The Chasm and the Collision is my currently published novel that has the most recent—and what might be thought inauspicious—origins. I came up with the idea for it while I was an involuntary resident of Gun Club Road, a period lasting eight months. It was a longer stretch of enforced restriction from most of the sources of intellectual stimulation to which I was used than I think I’ve experienced either before or since.
During that time, thanks to the help of my ex-wife, I was able to keep in contact with my children by calling them two days a week—though the calls were restricted to fifteen minutes at a time, and this was disheartening (though positively luxurious compared to my current interactions). My children were around eleven and twelve at the time, my son just entering middle school and my daughter in the latter year or so of elementary school. Continue reading