In college I had a choice. I loved to write. I also loved the sciences. At the risk of seeming less than modest, I will say I was quite good at both.
What I discovered after my junior year was that, as much as I enjoyed the intricacies of science, the concepts, the calculations, the sheer wonder of it, I hated working in the lab.
For one thing, I had this odd tendency, when doing experiments, to assume what the outcome “should” be, and to try and nudge the results in what I thought was the right direction. So some of the
