18 April 2020 – Saturday – #34

I’m half way through proof reading what I think is the final draft of Dear Mustafa, a novel set in the times of AIDS, of Loma Prieta, and of 9/11, three other disasters I’ve lived through. Dear Mustafa is clocking in at a little over hundred thousand words. What seems weird to me is howContinue reading “18 April 2020 – Saturday – #34”