A few years ago I decided to write an allegorical book about a lost woman and a friendly boar. If you’re not a writer, you may not realize how odd this sounded to my agent, editors, and publishers.
“An allegory?” they said. My proposed book wasn’t just outside my usual genre, it wasn’t in any genre at all.
“A boar?” they said. People can be so judgmental of tusked animals.
“But why?” they said. I was an established self-help author. Why throw away my time and energy on a book so odd no one would even know where to shelve it?
“No reason,” [...]
