I am pleased to categorically deny all allegations that this volcano might in any way feature prominently in my next thriller novel. It won’t.
There, that ought to satisfy the morbidly curious. Rumors that I intend to publish a lurid tale of climbers desperately seeking salvation when this volcano erupts under them are—quite simply—not true.
Nice shot though, huh?
I snapped it from my seat on a jet headed for Cancun Mexico. Of course, I also categorically deny that Shelley and I had a lovely vacation in Cancun while other Northwesterners were sunk under dismal rain clouds. No. We did not. We were an hour south of Cancun in Tulum.
Anyway, I hope this quashes any rumors that I am writing about this volcano. Really folks, I’m not. I’m writing about a completely different one.
