I recently revisited Stephen Hunter's Point of Impact, circa 1993. And currently I'm reading a new one, G-Man. Wow.
Now I don't feel bad not being able to measure up to one of the best adventure writers in the world. No, scratch 'adventure.'
But his books are a clear indication of how far I am below the talent level I should be striving for.
I guess I could drop this whole writing pipe dream. Go back to boys and booze and blunts. Except. My real life Walker and Vanessa, my son and my love.
Fuck you, Hunter.
Paige