I used to think that writing a novel was a solo sort of activity. Not so much. Even the first draft of The Longhorn Deal involved bouncing ideas off of folks and talking to experts, for instance a vet to figure out how to kill cows in a dastardly way. Then there’s an editor, and readers willing to give feedback, with whom I am now having lunch every Friday. Actually, it’s kind of hard to find enough alone time to sit and write.