FOR A YEAR, I LIVED IN CENTURION, AND YEARS LATER CENTURION (AND ITS COUSIN MIDRAND) ARE STILL LIVING IN ME.
When I decided to try to write books, I did what the cliché urges us not to do: I quit my day job. Leaving architecture was temporary, I told myself; I just needed a year to see. For money, I would hustle and freelance; for food and shelter, I would