I realized yesterday that I've lost all interest in writing linear narratives. Probably, some part of me understood this when I was working on "7" for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. While writing Black Helicopters, though, I became fully conscious of the fact. And that is a fact, not a fancy. It's reflected in the structure of "Blind Fish."
By the way. 59˚F in Providence today. Tomorrow high is forecast at 41˚F. Um...right.
Waiting,
Aunt Beast