I started a venture yesterday, in the form of a story. It’s been twisting around in one form or another for months. Sketches of characters and places. Every Chandler book I have, which is all of them. Every neighbor on this street. All of it culminating in a force that woke me up at five this morning.
So far, two things are clear: it’s been a long time since I wrote any fiction, and names are not my forte.