I hate writing introductions. I’ve spent an entire extra month “researching,” just to avoid facing the introduction of my newest non-fiction book.

After realizing this little piece of ridiculousness, I have now written one.

It suckeths.

But I am reminding myself that in another month or two, when I’ve figured out what the heck I’m talking about in the rest of the book, and thus what the heck I need to introduce, I will be able to rewrite. And failing that, some kind editor out there will hold my virtual hand and pour me virtual tea while walking me toward decent opening paragraphs. Captivating opening paragraphs, even.

In the meantime, onwards to chapter one.