Monday, April 17, 2017


"I fooled around with my novel for twenty years at various day jobs," Terry says to me as I'm getting ready to ride home after my writing group meeting. "Finally, at 47, I just decided that I didn't want to hit fifty years old without having done something, finished something."

"And it turned out so much better than I ever could have hoped," he concludes. "Scott, if you're still thinking about it, it's still alive."
One year ago: Let Me Know How it Works Out
Two years ago: Translation
Four years ago: Like Caesar
Nine years ago: 4-17-08 Yeah, me too, kid.

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