Point and Shoot

I don’t know what I’m doing. This book, this bass-ackwards book, is slowly frying what’s left of my circuitry. A few days ago, I dissected the fucker, cut some scenes apart and spliced them together and deleted a couple of hangers-on, and though it’s certainly a structural improvement, I still feel I’m missing the point.

With my last book, there came a moment when I realized what the story was about, specifically. It was something (to me) unexpected, personal, something deeper than the surface...