My HarperCollins novelist uncle was messaging with me on Saturday. He’d just spoken to my mother (his sister) about my father’s pending heart surgery. He also dropped in yet more authoring advice:
On Facebook, as you can see, he’s not always exactly, ummm, a wordsmith.
His first novel appeared in the early 1980s; and he has also written short stories, screenplays, and, recently, a stage play. “I’m why they have editors,” I vaguely remember him once saying. I also recall some years ago how, when one of his books was being edited by “some 21 year old” woman and evidently feeling his age a bit, he shook his head and harrumphed to me, “God, she’s younger than my daughter!”
Yes, life is indeed endless “fictional” source material. 😉
I started this “I think I’d like to write a novel” tease with him. I admit this little game is entirely my fault. But now he won’t stop offering me advice.
So now I just have to figure out how to get out of this “literary” corner into which I’ve painted myself. 🙂 Hope you have a good day. Happy Monday [grumble, grumble].