I'm
not like most Americans. I don't have cable because I don't
much care about TV. I go out of my way to buy cars with manual
transmissions. I like building and tending fires in the wintertime - you
can keep your gas logs. If I lived in the right climate I'd wear a
T-shirt
and cargo shorts every day for the rest of my life. And when I look at
perfect people I wonder how many others were squashed on the way to
perfection. Get it?
Many
of my characters are people who don't fit in. Actually, in this Kindle
book all of my characters are jagged folks awash in homogeneity,
although once or twice it's the other way around. I guess I should have
mentioned in the first paragraph I work jigsaw puzzles with a pair of
scissors and a hammer.
Anyhoo,
what's the point of writing about people whose lives don't warrant slow
motion? Their names are Olivia, Walter, Harry, Beth and Jeremy, Dan.
There's a woman and then a boy not introduced to the reader, and I just
realized even I don't know their names.