Am I just ridiculously sentimental? That's probably why I've become a writer. I suppose we all are sentimental in some form or another.
What Americans celebrate today is not national perfection, but independence as a nation-state.
A “sea lion” fights always to get in the last word ON YOUR SITE; you can't end an exchange, the "sea lion" must.
He thought reading reviews is usually unhelpful to a writer. Bad reviews are likely to discourage you without actually providing much help for future writing; on the other hand reading good ones might go to your head and bring on a sense of complacency.
It had been built in the 1870s by a minor "gentry" family that lived in it until the 1920s. Learning that, suddenly I wasn’t thinking about the 1940s. About now, the writer in me also emerged.
My first Kindle reader years ago (it was one of Amazon's first Kindles) had the capability to "speak" the text electronically. You may remember, or even still have one.
As I go at it again, my now late uncle's words come back to me regularly: “Fiction comes from fact, and lots of fact makes great fiction when you re-write it as fiction." I love it. Come sometime in 2019, I hope you will love this, too.
...and my uncle jumps to my mind and I imagine him lecturing me how this needs to be turned into a screenplay and he knows a screenwriter and she's fantastic and I think yep he always knows a woman and he asks me where did I get those women geez...
When I see authors on social media moaning over how their family doesn't want read their books, I find I can only smile.
I don't think I would have written any of my books as I had if we had not built that house. Spending so much time there after, something about the area drew me into wanting to write about it.
I find one of the "sneaky" joys in fiction writing is basing characters, or important aspects of them, on living (or once living) people and only you know who he or she "really" is.
My wife also laughs to family and friends, "It's a bit of a weird feeling being English and visiting George Washington's or Thomas Jefferson's house."
As was the case for most of those who came before us (such as those "1787" fictional people above), most of us wish merely to live our lives in peace amongst our families and friends.
An aside to put the era in some additional context. As the American rebellion was breaking out in 1775, in England one Jane Austen was born that same year and lived until 1817.
I will always fondly remember as well, as we built the house - which is on quite a hill - in the Catskills in 2008-09, my mother pulling me aside and joking, "Oh, you want a house on a mountain too, I see."