I’m in this waiting period now for publishers to get back to me about the book. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Meanwhile, my best friend and I are going to a play and Canobie Lake Park’s haunted attractions today.
I get asked “Why?” so often that I gave it its own category. Fortunately, it’s such a vague question that it’s an invitation to respond any way that I want to. Why why why? Ultimately, it’s what’s in front of you that matters, regardless of the reasons, which may not even exist. Here’s a response I wrote that is almost a poem.