From kindergarten through graduate school, I sat in a lot of classrooms. At least half that time was spent staring out the window, daydreaming. I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize that if I just wrote these daydreams down, I’d have a book. Those first attempts were pretty shaky, but eventually I tried writing from first person standpoint, and my novel DAYS OF SMOKE took off with a life of its own. I don’t know how else to describe using first person, other than to call it Walter…
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