I enter the writing world as a second career, having spent twenty-five years in law enforcement where I dealt with just about every kind of character I'll ever need to keep writing for a while.
There isn't much that surprises me any longer, particularly when it comes to how lousy people can treat one another—bad for people, good for writers.
This image of the seedy hotel reminds me that everything changes, no matter its promise. It looks like the kind of place where Nina Ferrer finally realized she had crossed The Last Meridian.
The Last Meridian
Time for a Little LA Noir
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