Am reading Portnoy’s Complaint and finally, after a lot of years, completely understand why my parents kept it from me. I remember it laying on a table or a chair. I remember picking it up only to have it whipped out of my hand by one parent or the other and then, I forgot all about it until now. It is this week’s reading assignment for the Writers Studio and I’ve just listened to a craft class discussing the narrative technique, the goal is to attempt the narrative technique. This will take some thinking for sure. Thinking in between laughing. It is an amazing read.