I HADN’T PLANNED on writing a sequel. I actually hadn’t planned on writing much after getting my memoir, Train Gone, out of my system. But something happened when a J-Dub I used to know got in touch with me…
Arriving at the Station—TRAIN GONE, A CODA EX-JW MEMOIR
I started writing shit I remembered about my life. The fucked up shit. The hard-to-talk-about shit. The funny shit. The sad shit. The embarrassing shit. The shit I was ashamed of. All of it. I printed them out and saved them in a folder. This would also be the case with journal entries, thoughts on napkins, ideas scribbled on hotel notepads…you get the idea.