*  Since everybody lies, you should question much of this story. Maybe I’m not an obsessive worker. Maybe I didn’t work extraordinarily hard on this book. Maybe I, like lots of people, can exaggerate just how much I work. Maybe my thirteen months of “hard work” included full months in which I did no work at all. Maybe I didn’t live as a hermit. Maybe, if you checked my Facebook profile, you’d see pictures of me out with friends during this supposed hermit period. Or maybe I was a hermit, but it was not self-imposed. Maybe I spent many nights alone, unable to work, hoping in vain that someone would contact me. Maybe nobody e-vites me to anything. Maybe nobody messages me on Bumble. Everybody lies. Every narrator is unreliable.