On New Years Eve of 1981, thirteen year old McGill was walking home with a friend, when he was struck by the bullet of an unknown assailant, leaving him a quadriplegic for life. This memoir is a personal letter to his unknown assailant, who McGill calls Marcus.
The data surrounding violence and youth is alarming.
We're happy to present you with a guest post from Mary Jane Beaufrand, author of Dark River (formerly The River).
Hang around writers long enough and you’ll inevitably get The Story. “I turned in this rough draft to my college professor and it came back dripping red with edits. It looked like it had been slaughtered. He said I would never amount to anything as a writer.”
“I showed my work to my high school teacher and they told me I couldn’t bend the truth like that.”
I don’t have one particular The Story, but a lot of minor ones. I get them confused. “Now, who was it that called me a slack-jawed yokel? Not that guy—he was the one who said I was a talentless hack.”