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.
Ironically in the 1780s and 1790s Americans here in England, or in France, or in Spain, or in the Netherlands, often mixed in such places for the first time with fellow Americans from other US states.
Here’s a suggestion of something to try if you are one of those and still claim you don’t know what you want to write about.
Another case in point: my friends and I watched Friends, first run, when it was brand new…
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.
“But this must be very tiring for you, Robert? Shall I see England too? Oh, but I know you are still creating me. I hope I shall be beautiful and memorable…”
Many of you I know have never visited the United States of America. Regardless you may still be interested in what people there may think, or may have thought (perhaps passionately), especially behind closed doors…
What the hell happened? Every successive film now seems to move it increasing light years more away from 1977’s Mark Hamill, Sir Alec Guinness, and crowd… and not in a good way.
Earlier I had noticed that my in-laws (who were out for a time) had a copy of Passports, my first book of that trilogy, sitting (sort of hidden, behind a picture frame, but still easily visible) on a chest of drawers in the entrance hall.
In the context of all of that, naturally I thought of a Danish long-time girlfriend.
I advise anyone now to be cautious, very cautious, on Twitter. The only reason I have not deleted my account is because I do like engaging carefully with decent people when possible. And many readers now expect authors to have Twitter accounts.
On Sunday, a writer on Instagram “tagged” me asking me to explain myself: “If truth be told.” Hmm. I don’t normally do tags. However, she’s a good Instagrammer and writer, so I decided I would this time.
If you have had experiences such as my family has had (and yours may have had too), you learn that there are those times that nothing can be done by others to stop self-destruction.
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.