“She was a nightmare for editors who cared more about control than language. She’d vanish for days at a time. The newsroom was a lousy place to write. The ditch bank or the coffee shop or the front seat of her car or the little back room of her bungalow were much better places.
““Where in the hell is Marcum?” became the frustration of nearly every editor, which became a delight to Diana. When she finally did turn in her story, she knew it would redeem everything …”




