Imagine you’re an author. You’ve been writing your whole life, creating everything from short stories to airport paperback thrillers to lengthy volumes on various cultures and societies. But the one thing you haven’t written about is baseball.
It’s a Wednesday evening. You’ve been relaxing, maybe with a beer, maybe reading a book, maybe just taking a nap and readying yourself for the rest of the week. But suddenly your phone rings, knocking you out of your quasi-slumber. It’s your editor.
“Hey, we really need a new fiction book this quarter,” your editor says, since this is totally a thing that editors say.