The Writing Machine: Writings On Writing: Occasional Ruminations On An Intangible Legerdemain

When he was eight years old, Greg Bachar (pronounced "BOCKER") wrote, "My machine would do my writing for me. His name would be Mr. Machine. He would be made from steel. He would be a big machine. The color would be silver. The magic button would be on the side with the other buttons. I would not tell anybody about my magic machine."
Decades of writing production later, Bachar presents a collection of essays on the sleight of hand that fuels the writing machine's engine. Press the magic button and climb inside.