The Greatest Fear Comes to Life

The early 90s for me were not good. I was in a real period of flux at the time. And then my mother died actually on the night of December the 30th, 1990. But I didn't realize she died until the early hours of New Year's Eve. That kind of took a wrecking ball to my life really. To me this decade now was infused with loss. Perhaps that would have colored my feelings about the story I was writing. But in fact, that sense of loss and this real despair that I felt started to go into the story.