I can’t hurt you again. I’ll kill myself first.

Oh, and they said I have ADD, too.” He lit a cigarette, his first of the day, and took a long, grateful drag. “But listen mate, I once sucked a geezer for twenty minutes to...

There were no absolutes in fiction, no certain way to deliver what was needed. So it was no surprise most technical writers considered novel-writing a gateway to madness.