This is a book about a man, a writer, a father, a husband, a son, an American. A story about the great existential hustle, about getting up every morning and finding something to push you into the beautiful void. A book about small business, small towns, cold springs and humid summers. This is a book written by an author who is still after twenty years writing books trying to figure out what it means to actually be a writer. It's about piles of books in a bookshop about zoning out and eating ice cream and chocolate brownies in the middle of the night. It's about non morning people forced to be up before sunrise, and cash registers and death and life. A book written to future adults meant to be sung around a campfire during august. A book about telling stories and learning there's no such thing as a hero's journey. This is a narrative written on a typewriter during a pandemic, using spontaneous prose to meditate; a book about simply, another day. Into Madness We Spring; Novel Words During A Pandemic. Written by Andrew H. Kuharevicz. Published by West Vine Press 162 pages. 2020.