… and reality as usual surpasses fantasy.
Today a man in a ski mask blocked a bridge over the 101, brandishing a gun. The swat team intervened, and the man was finally subdued and arrested, but not before two adjoining cities came to a halt in traffic and, presumably, business.
Tomorrow we are possibly staging one of the most important US Elections in many years. The entire world is on the edge of its seat.
With all this going on, how can one find time to write? Well, that’s what lunchtimes are for, if one is able to find one of those rare, disconnected places where people are forced to stop blabbering on their cells. I’ll talk more about my favorite place in future posts, but let me just say that the view is simply awesome, and in spite of the unordinary folly of this world, the first chapter of Fire Season is done!
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