I think of my characters as a sprawling repertory company. Each morning they show up and I hand them their parts, then they rip up the pages and tell me what it is we are going to do.
An acquaintance once commented that being a writer must be lonely, and I replied…
Well, some days it gets pretty crowded in my office.
Photo by M. Bebabib
All this way of life comes to an abrupt end on August 8, 1983, when the conglomerate that owns the mill shuts it down.