Monthly Archives: March 2018
March 26, 2018 · 1:34 PM
I Would Read This With a Cow, I Would Read This With a Sow, I Would Read This on a Plow or I Would Read This Blog Right Now
My first YA novel was The Red Planet by Robert Heinlein, which I read until the covers fell off. As I graduated to a more adult level of reading, Stephen King was the man. In fact, for me he still is. After I had read King for a while, I made a determination. With all the stuff, he has floating around in his head, had he not started writing, King would have become a serial killer or his head would have exploded. My favorite works by Stephen King are The Dark Tower series and Needful Things. Even though I have published four novels, my writing experience has yet to elevate me to the status of any of the authors I have mentioned, but you never know unless you try. So I guess I’ll keep on writing until the herd of turtles come home.
March 19, 2018 · 4:52 PM
I had a newspaper interview yesterday. It’s fun to sit beside the interviewer and talk about yourself for an hour or so. Then, after the interview, there’s a photo session. It makes you feel good knowing that something you’ve done has brought pleasure to a stranger.
I’ve been fortunate to have been featured in a number of newspapers, several radio interviews (one of them national) and two television appearances.
The one that stands out (and when I say stands out, I mean stands out) was my second appearance on the silver screen. I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2006. I did the interview in question a few years later. I used a glorified walker known as a rollator. I was in the studio along with my wife, the interviewer, three camera men and probably another six people (male and female) milling about. I was required to climb upon a platform that was approximately six to eight inches higher than the floor to participate in the show.
Several people gathered around to steady me, while my wife knelt and helped raise my feet onto the platform. Well, wouldn’t you know it, my pants picked that particular time to fall to the floor. To make it worse, I went to the studio the way I went everywhere, and that was commando. I attempted to call my wife’s name as she was concentrating on lifting my legs. I could coerce no sound to leave my mouth. She finally looked up and we rectified the situation. No one said a word and the interview proceeded without a hitch, although I imagine the story was retold more than once.
You never know what’s going to happen as we pass through our day-to-day lives. But ain’t it fun to find out? It gives us plenty to laugh about after the fact.
March 13, 2018 · 7:41 AM
If You’re Fortunate Enough to Get There, It Ain’t Gonna Happen Fast. So Get Ready For a Long Slow Ride
A thought entered my cranium this morning. If I could change anything over the years of writing, what would it be?
The many short stories I penned with the intention of submitting them to magazines? Having published works would give me more credence in the eyes of publishers and agents once I completed my first novel.
Learning how to write the perfect query, so my pitch would not be trashed before the first paragraph had been read?
Maybe the thousands of emails I sent to perspective agents, even though literary agents received thousands of queries each year, accepting less than 1% of what they choose to read?
The endless search for a small press, who would accept unsolicited manuscripts?
Perhaps the writing of a novel along with the endless rewrites and edits taking more time than the writing of the original manuscript?
Then there are several rounds of rewrites and edits once it reaches the publisher.
There’s artwork to consider, back matter, acknowledgements, dedications and finally a finished product.
And now the work begins and I can sum it up in one word: Marketing! This, in and of itself will require your constant attention as long as you continue to write.
Looking back, is there anything I would change? . . . Nah!
March 5, 2018 · 10:24 AM