We were just about to lean into a nice Sunday morning, working on our NaNoWriMo effort, when we opened the New York Times Web site just to see if any disaster had befallen us overnight that may take precedence over our literary venture. What we saw, buried toward the end of the day's headlines, was this: "Norman Mailer, Towering Writer With Matching Ego, Is Dead." We gasped, choked, looked around the empty basement of Stumptown......