Wherein my readers might become time travelers or oracles.
Wherein my narrator holds himself, religion and the impermanence of things accountable.
Wherein I share thoughts on impermanence and time.
Wherein I discuss writing strong female characters who are brave, intelligent and bold, yet still balanced human beings with flaws.
Wherein an old trick of mine for bottomless mimosas makes it into the story.
Wherein Colin and BG discuss the “luckiness” of being in limbo between a fight and a break up.
Wherein Colin muses on some deeper truths when he should be more focused on what’s at hand, and using moments like these to also reflect larger themes.