Why I Am Not Writing A Book

Every author knows the agony of the unwritten story. But what if the story you refuse to write is the only thing keeping you sane?Desperate for a plot, a happily married 48-year-old does what any reasonable man would: he opens a Tinder account. One swipe sends him to a cemetery, where he finds a headstone with a name he can't shake: Eleanor Addams. Soon the Addams Family theme is following him from poker night to the office. His AI assistant answers every request with the same strange equation. His little black book fills up with notes he doesn't remember writing.So he books a quiet weekend at Oakwood Manor, a restorative retreat. The woman at the front desk smiles. "Welcome back. Would you like your usual room?"He's never been there before. At least, he doesn't think so.Funny, strange and unexpectedly tender, Why I Am Not Writing A Book is a short darkly comic novel about grief, memory and the stories we can't stop telling ourselves.