A storm’s been gathering in my guts for two years now. But I’ve learned that just when you think a storm’s about to burst, it has a bit more brewing to do. I have another book in me– I can feel it. It’s slow roasting, but it’ll come out sooner or later. So if someone’s wondering if I’ll ever write another one, yes I will– I just can’t rip off one a year. I’m kind of like Wilson Rawls or James Jones, probably only capable of writing two three things worth reading. Still, it’s what I am–a writer. Now just to figure out how to be a great one.