So, even though I'm almost done, I just scrapped my new novel. Too much violence. And there were guns. Lots and lots of guns. I've had enough of that in literature. I feel like we owe our readers a little more. Violence begets violence, and maybe the answer to violence in our country can be as simple as all of us changing our hearts. We are the change in the world we choose to be.
The novel I'm starting is very different from anything I've ever done. It's about a family that is torn apart by something and then healed by, I dunno, something else. All the characters have revelations and arcs, and really, it's about forgiveness. Or something. And I'm moving to Brooklyn.
Oh fuck it, I don't even know why I bother.