On the flight home to New York from Los Angeles, Diana Spechler felt exhausted from her two month book tour.
Too many late nights. Too many hours in hotel bars. Too many questions. Too many people "trying to climb inside me."
She got into a conversation with the old man next to her.
"Everyone thinks they can write a book," he said. "They wanted to figure out how you were different from them."
Fred emails my Advisory Committee: "If you were a therapist, would you take Luke on a contingency basis? You only get paid if he becomes normal?"
Khunrum emails: “I think the therapist should be paying Luke 25 smackers an hour. She’ll get a great book out of Luke’s adventures with the likes of Marc Wallice, Kendra Jade, and the rest. Have you ever been on Luke’s chat line? Compared to the meanderings of that crowd (minus sweet Emma) he is normal (almost).”
