I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon. Jack Kerouac
As I’m working out the story of my second novel, I’m facing the challenge of describing too many of events in the life of my protagonist. Relationships take time to develop, and the overall story requires these relationships. Relationships, especially between men, are forged through experience. But the main plot doesn’t need the events, just […]
