After I complained about the bombing book, I decided that I’m not writing a history paper or a straight-up piece of journalism. After all, I don’t know who did my bombings. I can’t answer the basic who, what, when, where, why, and how questions (though I do have what, when, and where down okay).
So, I thought, just go ahead and muse. Write the things you want to write. Admit your doubts. Say what you wonder.
And that has opened things up for me.
It’s not going to be very long, but maybe I can get some good pictures.
Tiny Cat Pants 