...perhaps again it's just because I gave myself a particularly difficult homework exercise in writing this book. But I find myself genuinely disturbed, even frightened, by some of the ideas I'm putting down.
When you're really immersed in writing strange things happen. Like I was just choosing some lettuce in the Safeway around the corner when a major, major revelation occurred to me. You remember these weird interstitial places in which real thinking occurs. Just before that I wrote about two thousand words at the local Toyota dealership while the Prius was being cleaned. Surrounded by the grayest, grimmest possible gear, with some sports conversation playing on the TV.