Well, I was aware that I was telling a story–one that is implicit (if not necessarily overt) from its first lines and paragraphs. I had placed the narrator (er, myself, I guess) in a predicament that I was going to have to move him out of. It was a strange book to write insofar as I had to keep stopping between sections to do research, or to refresh my connection with people I was writing about. It was far more stop/start than usual, when it came to the actual writing, and I was aware that the sections had a kind of not-quite-freestanding quality (not quite; the book is designed to be read in order, just as a novel or any other longform narrative would be). But I never really faltered in terms of the book’s momentum. Obviously there were constrictions, insofar as I had to adhere to some factual lines of what happened, but My eye was always on that overarching narrative–the personal story, mine–that was designed to move things forward. more