This is probably one of the best pieces I’ve ever had the honour to publish

If you left him in the middle of the Mojave Desert, he might punch a cactus, die of sand poisoning, or try to marry a female rattlesnake, but he would never surrender.

As for me, I’m writing too. And losing my momentum before I even start for the day. And being distracted by a zombie novel (while unfinished copies from Atwood, McEwan, and Carter shrug their shoulders and try not to act jealous on what passes for my bookshelf right now – or so I imagine).