Midway through writing my debut novel,
Fobbit
, I started to feel uneasy about what was making its way from my head to the page.
On the one hand, I had a well-meaning buffoon named Captain Abe Shrinkle who, despite his years of Army training, found himself in one scene giving way "completely to the dread and terror of close-order combat and releasing the clench on his bowels." This, during a stand-off with a suicide bomber, could be construed as funny....or the gallows humor could go comp...
Published on April 17, 2014 11:03