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Now That I Have More Time For Reading…

Good morning! Given that I am currently writing, uh, nothing for planned publication, I have more time to read books, blogs… and Twitter. As to that latter, well, get ready: here we go again! LOL!:

I am proud to have authored…

[My novels. The first three are grouped into the bottom single volume. Photo by me, October 2019.]
…five of them. And I have not the slightest qualms about – if I died tomorrow – those being my “literary legacy.” They say what I as their author want them to say.

I find I read lots of books authored by women. It’s not planned that way. It just seems to be what I like to read.

My (late novelist) uncle claimed to be a listener. And he did listen. (I felt he was the first adult in the family who treated me as an adult equal, not a “kid” – an attitude which drew me to him starting in my young twenties.) But, oh, did he love also to hold the room:

[Excerpt from Passports: Atlantic Lives, 1994-1995, Copyright, 2013. On Kindle for iPhone/iPad. Click to expand.]

Similarly, from what I’ve read, Ernest Hemingway. Just because “Hem” said something doesn’t make it true. If you read of what others have written of him – such as Dos Passos and Capa and even Zelda Fitzgerald – Hemingway could also be, uh, full of… stuff. LOL!

Never buy totally into the “first person” Hemingway in anywhere near its entirety.

Poor young lady. It’s Twitter. She will learn it’s unfortunately also full of not nice people.

Much as the world is, sadly, of course.

To my eye there, “graveyard,” “churchyard,” “burial ground,” and “memorial park” are the only close “synonyms” with “cemetery.”

“Necropolis,” uh, maybe… but that’s not a word in anywhere near common use. I’d expect to see it used only in sci-fi or fantasy. It would be badly out of place in an “ordinary mortals” novel.

I grew up living off of “Old Town Road” in East Setauket, Long Island, New York.

Maybe someday there will be a plaque on my childhood home? “Great author lived here!” LOL!

Sigh. I guess we are about to have a month of such tweets. I would like to have a read of a 50,000 word “rough draft” churned out in a month. The #NaNoNaNoNaNo… site uses “50,000 words” as a writing aim (emphasizing, in fairness, it is just a guide) and as I recall claims (at least the last time I looked at it a year or two ago) that is about the length of The Great Gatsby.

That Gatsby word count is indeed accurate. But Gatsby is much more that just a “word count.” If you join in, remember it also took F. Scott Fitzgerald six months (and some prep before) to complete Gatsby’s slightly more than “47,000” word full draft.

Having myself written five novels, with the two most recent ones being extra-massive “extravaganzas,” I think I have earned the write right to sit back and for a few months just watch all of you other writers out there thrashing around trying to write. LOL!

I am usually sitting at my desk and place my right palm underneath my chin as I despair: “Dear God, it’s finished? What am I going to write next?”

“Five Stars” promos get immediately laughed at. For – I’m sorry – almost NO BOOK (not even mine!) is “five stars.” It might well be a “good” book; but the hyperbole is a turn off.

I tend just to scroll by.

Then again, things might be worse. I hesitate to include this here, but I think it is worth using as an example:

Just scrolling down the #writingcommunity hashtag, it isn’t all chatter about page counts, etc. The likes of that sort of writing may also pop up.

I also tend to think that if it needs a photo, it’s not, err, actually “writing”; it’s… something else.

He/She would have to be a character who never appeared on film or television, but remains confined to a book. Because the moment an actor plays the character, we have now a view of the character. “Harry Potter,” for example, is now pretty much the actor who played him.

So my answer? I don’t know.

1. It’s so long ago I don’t remember, and my mother is no longer around to ask.

2. “Cincus”. (Get it? LOL!)

3. My eye color… the darkest brown in the history of the universe.

4. A particular French actress… and that is all I am saying. (My wife reads this.)

Don’t be afraid to be proud of it.

Blasting Frank Sinatra singing… “I’m gonna live, until I die.”

Probably The Last of the Mohicans. I was about age 14. I had a crush on “Cora Munro.”

And when she saw me reading it, I remember my (now late) mother warning me about – without giving it away – the ending.

I wouldn’t suggest anything. Not even any of my own books. 😉 If someone claims not to love novel reading… they need to find their way to it on their own.

Again, The Great Gatsby is slightly more than 47,000 words.

I’m an early morning writer.

I like lots of characters and overlapping viewpoints. And I find no need to “play favorites.” It all needs simply to make “sense” as a full tale.

My most recent novel’s opening is: “Mr. Rutherford, sir! I’m havin’ trouble with Chesham. He’s bein’ himself, givin’ me grief…”

He is about to assist his twenty year old Irish housekeeper to direct a spirited horse named “Chesham” into his Catskills stable. (Again, see above.)

“Castles” are later in the tale.

Does now and then crying count as emotional?

I don’t feel I “give up” anything if I am doing what I want to be doing.

I go with it. After all, I’m just sitting by watching “them” (the characters), and, uh, transcribing what “they” are doing. Occasionally “they’ll” do the unexpected.😊

It takes A LOT for me to unfollow someone. It is NEVER due merely to a disagreement on this or that singular issue. It’s usually due to overall unreasonableness and/or nastiness.

Which I think leads us here. This is a good place to call it a post. As we reflect on how best to write fiction, and discuss the err, profoundly important likes of social media “unfollowing,” let’s never forget the real struggles in our world…

…for good government and a decent life.

Have a good day, wherever you are in this world. 🙂

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