Ok, here's the story, I was working on a book called "Strictly From Hunger" which was supposed to be a memoir, and we had a publisher for it. It turns out the person I was writing it with embellished a WHOLE lot of the major facts of his story. The publisher (and me) not wanting to be busted and end up looking foolish rejected the book. Done, finished I'm out!

Now, it's onward to a project that I put to the side in favor of the above project. I've been working on "The Third Day" for about two weeks and have made some strides on it. I have a 100 page rough draft and have been making and transferring old notes to one place and thinking about the characters, formatting etc. Today I wrote what I think is an exceptional fragment, tell me what you think.

...We didn't experience death, we were fortunate enough to grow up in a generation that didn't know death as other generations had. We grew up whole, we didn't know disease as other generations had, we were born in times that knew progress and prosperity, we were raised in the warm firelight glow of television....