I See Dead People

Sometimes, Writers Have To Go the Extra Mile

I’m on deadline, so I hope you’ll forgive me dipping into my archives to share an essay from over a decade ago. I wanted to remind myself of some of the finer points of an autopsy for the book I’m working on, and the best way to do that was revisit the post I wrote after my first experience at the morgue. Not only did I get the specific I was looking for, it struck me that this is a good Substack post because it represents a moment in my career as a writer when everything shifted, and subsequently, my work became richer and fuller. I will warn you ahead of time, there are specifics here, so if you’re squeamish, let’s call it a day and I hope you have a super one. For the rest of you, here we go.