With the Mrs. in Chicago and traveling back here to England separately, I flew home alone here on Friday evening:
As a consequence of a British Airways pilots’ threatened strike day, I had been rebooked on American Airlines:
I had not been a fan of American Airlines. My last experience on it to Europe in the late 1990s had been so bad I’d vowed then I’d never fly them again. I don’t even remember the details, but I recall being disgusted: it was a far cry from when American carriers in the 1960s had been among the best in the world. I had not flown on it internationally since then.
But I got pushed onto an AA flight from London to New York back on Sept 6 as a result of my Sept 5 BA captain having post-root-canal pain which had canceled that BA flight. However, that AA experience flying over to the U.S. had been a positive one… and I was truly shocked. I explain much more about that early September travel adventure here: A Tale Of Three Flights.
Friday evening’s flight to London wasn’t as great an experience as back on Sept 6, but it was still decent. I would now fly American again. Anyway, with a novel still to finish, I’m back now in Britain:
We had very sad news on the 27th – which would have made my previous post had I known about it then. My hound, just days from his 15th birthday, died at my in-laws’ home. He was a lovely boy – probably the most popular member of the family. We will miss him greatly.
So learning an hour before I was heading to the airport in New York that he had died has not left me feeling great. Still, life must go on. Remembering I have that novel to complete, and trying to recover from jet lag, attempting to stay dry, and remembering my pal, in something of a “short-tempered” mood (I admit) I took on Saturday and Sunday to scrolling now and then through more of Twitter’s #writingcommunity:
Hey authors! If you wrote a book all about your life what you decide to title it?!—
Keidi Keating (@Keidi_Keating) September 27, 2019
Uh, I’m thinking: My Life Is Unimportant (And That’s Why I Write Fiction)
If writing doesn’t lead you to question, explore, or even upset the norm then you have accomplished nothing.—
Thebooktwins (@The_book_twins) September 26, 2019
What is “the norm?”
“To write? Because all this is going to vanish. The only thing left will be the prose and poems, the books, what is… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
Teuta Metra (@Teuta_Metra) September 25, 2019
Worth bearing in mind a degree of perspective here: Most writing is rarely read much beyond the life of the author. There’s Thucydides and Aristotle and Chaucer and Shakespeare and so on, of course; but most books end up on library shelves largely unread, nearly forgotten, and gathering dust – if they are lucky enough to make it to a library, that is – and may become literal dust far quicker than tombstones decay. Most writing on tombstones literally lasts far longer than most written books.
A.G. Writes (@agletterman) September 26, 2019
Current me: “You’ll write books someday like your uncle, so you need to…”
15 year old me, interrupting current me: “Oh, no, really? He’s soooooo annoying…”
A.L Pluto (@LostPlanetPluto) September 25, 2019
My own photographs or public domain classic artwork.
I would like to use work by a living artist on some cover eventually.
I absolutely LOATHE cheesy and “cookie cutter”-produced indie covers. Too many romantic fiction ones are often particularly embarrassing. I don’t know how any writer would put their name on them without someone holding a gun to their head: far too many are cringeworthy and even laughable.
Jeff C Fuller (@detective_files) September 26, 2019
Uh, there are lighthearted moments, but it, and its 2017-published predecessor, also have torture, gunshot deaths, stabbings, and guillotinings.
No one is regenerated by a wizard waving a wand. Dead is dead. They are not books for under-18s, really.
Is anyone else fastidious about getting everything perfect on a first/rough draft? I can’t stand typos, awkward flo… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
Anna Read (@AnnaMRead1) September 25, 2019
That is a good thing: The fewer mistakes made earlier, the fewer to correct later.
Erich Whiteside (@ErichWhiteside) September 26, 2019
As I usually read…
…mostly to try to improve my own writing, I gravitate to history and what’s related to my own writing “genre(s).”
Q1: Do you often write sequels or series? Or do you prefer to write standalones? What do you think draws you to you… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
Kristen Kieffer (@kristen_kieffer) September 26, 2019
I wrote a first novel, followed by two sequels:
Now, I’m writing essentially “stand alone” novels:
I like writing both.
Just an effort to try different approaches, that’s all.
I will say I’d started with those sequels mostly because I felt I had too much “story” for one book.
I wonder how many famous authors are in the #writingcommmunity incognito, just to be spoken to like regular people.—
Michelle Tang (@a_girl_Michelle) September 26, 2019
My uncle used Twitter under his real name. But he never really warmed to it. In the end, he preferred Facebook – which allowed wordier posts.
And the last thing he ever wanted as a writer was to be perceived as an ordinary guy. He would never have posted incognito in order to appear like any other user.
We often joked that he wanted to be another Hemingway. LOL!
You're my secret crush. My publisher tells me that Amazon weighs the # of people that follow an author on Goodrea… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
Clam Pies Venture Capital [Fiction] (@clam_pie) September 25, 2019
Uh, as of today and as of this post, insofar as I know Amazon owns Goodreads, so of course Amazon pushes Goodreads hard. It wants users. It wants clicks and eyeballs for advertising.
On the other hand, there’s this:
Goodreads sucks. It’s as simple as that. The site is filled with trolls (malicious posters), false reviews and badly behaving authors.
Based on what I’ve seen, I agree. So I don’t use Goodreads. And – unless the stench is cleared up – I won’t.
So, poll time! Today my question is Sex: how many of you write sex into your novels, and how many of you don’t. In… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
Heather E.F. Carter (@hefcarter) September 25, 2019
Adults know what sex is. (Most engage in it eventually.) So there is no need to overdo describing the act in fiction. Doing that latter becomes p*rn.
What if a publisher agrees to publish your debut, but takes advantage by asking for unreasonable changes. Would you… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
A.G. Writes (@agletterman) September 25, 2019
No. Because it then ceases to be my book.
When you buy a book from an author you're buying more than a story. You're buying numerous hours of errors & rewrit… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
K Adam (@Adam_K__) May 06, 2019
I don’t think most readers honestly care about any of that. I suspect the overwhelming majority just want a good book. As a book buyer myself, that’s really all I care about too.
Can you write anti-acknowledgments? Like, “This book is not dedicated to my brother or sister. I’ve helped y’all mo… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
(@KathleenAnnJoan) September 24, 2019
Geez, that’s not very nice.
Better to fictionalize the
b-stards individuals in your tale.
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Another Monday. Try to have a good week, wherever you are… and whatever you are reading, and perhaps writing. 🙂