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in Seattle 14 years
ago today. I thought we'd stay two years
then go back to NYC, but Sarah and I grew moss
and settled in like fungus
on rotting wood.
Also at that time I thought I was very close to
finishing the novel I started in 1992. Six years
was long enough!
But it wasn't until today that I
approved the final proof of BUZZ,
a score of years after I jotted down my first
ideas while sitting poolside at a part-time
hotel lifeguarding job. The book in the end
bears scant resemblance to that initial vision
but isn't that just the way life goes? I'm glad
I gave it time
I hope you read it.
If you read it, I hope you like it.
If you like it, I hope you share it.