20 months ago, I abandoned a story called THE TUNNELS BELOW, THE TOWER ABOVE. It was a horror tale about the homeless who survive in the flood tunnels under Las Vegas. It refused to work at the time. I wrote about 25,000 words over two-and-a-half drafts before I finally gave up, disgusted with it and myself. Today, while looking for a project to work on, I opened the file and began reading. To my complete surprise I didn’t hate it! In fact, it’s 90% “there”; I just couldn’t see it at the time. All along, I thought the story was about monsters when it was crying out to be about something else: paranoia and fear and the walls people build around themselves. I’m happy to say there’s still a glimmer of hope for this one.