I am always taken aback by how much of your fiction cleaves closely to your real life.
So this was fairly recent with the journalist in France. I can see how that would open a deep anger in anyone. Whoever did this feels vulnerable, that's the good news. And though you make yourself a target, you never get hit?
Maybe I'll work that mellowing into the Edgar and Elsie story somehow. I'm fixin' to do that story, I really like a lot of it.