All of the novels I have written have come to me suddenly, some of them in dreams. A dream about picking someone up at the bus station became “Psalm 88″. A casual comment by my father three decades ago became “First Time: The Legend of Garison Fitch.”
Yesterday, while building a fire in the outdoor grate, another Garison Fitch story came to me. Now, I need to stop avoiding it by blogging and start writing.