Why oh why did I ever turn to a quixotic nonfiction project to definitively narrate the stories of all the global nuclear reactors. I kid you not, it was far more fun to write of geeky Peter Gentle and hulking Mick Tusk, righting wrongs in the financial services arena, in Melbourne, in the early 00s.
I dream of them. I’m certain they dream of me. I long to write them back into life.
This upcoming two-month road trip to the north offers an opportunity. I’ll reread the two Gentle & Tusk novels (it’s been so long, no doubt they’re nothing like I remember them to be). I’ll scribble at least a short story.
That’s the aim…