I went for a walk on the snowy beach to clear my head and get ready to revise the next chapter, Jason’s. The shootings were happening as I stood on that beach, thinking about the ocean and the snow and about Tucson.
|Avalon, New Jersey. January 8, 2011, 10:23 am|
I was writing a novel about contemporary Tucson. How could I possibly write a story about a young man deluded by mental illness and out for violent political revenge? Then again, how could I not?
Coming soon: Part II