Someone just posted the meanest of mean-mean-mean reviews about The Restless Sleep on Amazon. Worse, it’s kinda funny, I have to admit. Funny is convincing. Ugh. In my next life I hope I chose a profession where people are not invited to publicly take shots at you.
Adding to the beginning of my not-fun day, I heard from a relative of someone in the book—I think she was hurt by what I wrote. This is why I decided not to write about crime anymore. There’s just too much potential to cause people pain. It’s the kind of subject where you’re pretty much guaranteed to distress someone.
Anyway, I helped give a tour of the WTC this morning and took this on the way home. It’s one of the bars around the site where the recovery workers and volunteers hung out. It’s a nice memory. Here’s hoping the rest of my day is better.