Ingredients. Transformed.Writing a novel is like making soup. Or blending a smoothie. You take ingredients you know and love (stories and places from the world around you) and slice and dice and cook, or blend with ice and yogurt. The resulting concoctions are of the same materials as the original, but not the same. So it is with The Edge of Maybe.
In The Edge of Maybe, friends and relatives will taste bits of true life experiences—of mine and of theirs. But this work is truly fiction—the longer the soup cooks—the longer the smoothie blends—the more transformed and the more itself the story becomes.