This past week, I finished my most ambitious novel. I call it For America, because it is meant as a gift I hope will delight people who sense the need for a different ruling class (which in a democracy means the voters, no?), and help some others recognize that need.
I have worked on this story whenever inspiration struck since my big girl Darcy, who is now a school administrator, was tiny.
One day when little Darcy noticed me staggering around the house with my head in the clouds she said, “Oh no. Crazy ol’ Daddy’s working on The Grass Crisis again.”
She got most of that right, the crazy part and what I was working on. Only the title back then was The Gas Crisis. Not The Grass Crisis.