https://www.ft.com/content/44d530bc-a710-4705-be3a-9d11bc23b131
I once wrote a story from the perspective of a dog. It was about friendship. The owner couldn’t understand it of course but the dog knew when his master needed affection, someone to “talk to”. I often revisit this when I consider my own position. My “master” works hard. He’s at his desk at nine and works a full day. He’s a writer. I’m his partner. I’m ready with research, inspiration or feedback on a particular sentence or section. I’m here but he ignores me. Prefers to write free. I don’t mind. I wait and help when he’s logged off.