Recently I turned down an interview request from a US podcaster because I felt that I could not do full justice to her suggested main subject. I didn’t think it would be fair talking with her merely for the sake of just talking – even if doing that might in some ways perhaps have been usefully self-promotional.
I suppose as a result I have been rewarded to learn I have had readers from not only in the US, Britain, and France, and elsewhere in Europe, but also in South America, India, and the Middle East – Lebanon, especially – and other places.
Cricket and baseball may have evolved from the same source(s), but they are now distinctive games and are in fact national cultural emblems of sorts.
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.
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.
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.
You may well be reading this with headphones in. I dare to wonder what music you associate with me?
But does he really say “de Gaulle?” Lorre there is hard to understand. It does sound as if he says “de Gaulle,” but he somewhat mumbles.
Writing a book is a solitary effort, whereas sharing to social media is, well, social (hopefully)…
The best route to follow as a writer is always to be genuine. You will never please everyone. Let the reader chips fall where they may.
There is a reason we have a secret ballot: none of us need ever reveal, explain, or justify our vote to anyone if we wish not to do so – and that includes to the Guardian.
Dad: “You know how girls get pregnant, right?”
This is one of the most scorching reviews I have ever read.
Much is being revealed now about the predatory sexual behaviors over the years of a famous and extraordinarily powerful film producer…
I stumbled on this by British author and historian Leanda de Lisle on Twitter yesterday:
Welcome here to my semi-daily journal covering novel writing, travel, international matters, and whatever related that pops to mind…. sometimes seriously, sometimes rather less so. The center (centre) of my authoring universe. I hope you enjoy your visit.
Edward: “I hope I may be quite honest with you that I will be quite pleased for the opportunity to become far better acquainted with Miss Sánchez once we reach Holland…”
Robert: “My friend who wrote that letter, he’s passed eighty now. When I was in Paris fifty years ago, where I met him, he loved her dearly. And, oh, Nancy, how she loved him…”
Bill: “Fiction comes from fact, and lots of fact makes great fiction when you re-write it as fiction.”
Valérie: “Because you are born on a farm, this does not make you a horse!”
Isabelle: “I’ll set the table… This is better than a restaurant. Oh, and by when I leave… I expect you will have told me all about General de Gaulle also.”
