The nuts and bolts of writing, but not nuts and bolts
My mechanical “don’t know-how” is well known in my family and among my close friends.
During my years as a partner on a small Indiana dairy farm I could mend a fence, but my repairs more closely resembled baling-twine macramé than anything permanent or even logic-based. When partner Charlie came home from a trip, he’d glance about and grab his toolbox before unpacking.
