About the Author
William F. Nolen has written seventy-five books in multiple genres, and his works have been selected for over three hundred anthologies and textbooks. Among other honors, he has been cited for excellence by the American Library Association, is twice winner of the Edgar Allan Poe Special Award, and was named an official Living Legend by the International Horror Guild of 2002. He has also written extensively for film and television.
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(From Ships in the Night) HARVEY GOT THE IDEA when he was crossing Hollywood Boulevard earlier that evening and a drunk swerved around the corner from Highland, hellbent, in a Chevy van. Harvey had leaped back, with the drunk's front bumper brushing his right trouser leg. There was a small spot of grease near his knee where the bumper had scraped the cloth. That son of a bitch ought to be arrested! declared a woman just behind Harvey. They should haul in that goddamn bastard and throw the key away. Harvey blinked at her, saying nothing. He hated to hear a woman swear, and her words disturbed him almost as much as the drunk's van. She was an attractive woman in her mid-forties, and now she was smiling at him. Maybe she was a prostitute; there were a lot of them in Hollywood. Harvey turned his back on her and walked rapidly away. By the time he reached his hotel on Sunset, he had worked out the idea. He thought: I'll never see that drunk again, or that woman either. They are gone. Ships in the night. That's all most people are; even the ones you work with, make friends with or go to school with. Some of them stay in sight longer, and a few are with you for many years, but eventually they all drift into the darkness and you're left alone. Even your parents die, as Harvey's had died. If you get married you fight with your wife, get a divorce, and never see each other again. Or your wife dies. Or else you never get married in the first place, as Harvey had never married. He walked into the lobby, past the dying potted plant, excited with this idea of his. All the way up the stairs he was outlining his approach, mentally cataloguing various sections. He could envision the whole thing, page after page of it, and it really excited him inside. He felt powerful -- to be able to put this thing together the way he planned. It was really going to be something.
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