Highway 9: The Reverse Undertow

I re-begin work on my second book today. For now it's called Highway 9, but who knows if I'll keep that one. I'm still debating on how I want to write it...either a straight forward story of what actually happened, or tell it from the point of view my "Warm Brain" felt it when the events origonally took place. If I choose the latter, it will be like recreating some things that weren't ever there. Imagination doesn't exist, and my imagination took the truth to some pretty weird places back in those days. 1997 - 1998...the winter months were slush. Slush on the road. Slush in my head.

Wish me luck, ya'll.
Mungo