By Carine Abouseif
It’s a Friday night, and I sit at the desk that’s been crammed into the corner of my room. Piles of paper balance on top of books, magazines and notebooks. The cursor on my screen flickers again and again.
I swivel in my chair. Spread out on the floor are seven documents, transcripts of interviews I’ve done in preparation for the article I’m supposed to be writing. Yellow highlighter marks the important quotes. I’ve even written a thorough outline. All I have to do it is fill it in.