I wrote Conventions: The Garden At Paris imagining there might be two further volumes someday – all of them to be stand alone novels each of which may be read on its own. But each book has proven such a massive writing undertaking that for now I feel I have yet again largely run out of steam: I’m exhausted. So it’s two books. As for a third? I hope so. We’ll see.
Oh, please. As I read that here once more, I can (as I did in March 2018) yet again feel an urge coming on to bash my head down on my desk repeatedly. For if her “time-travel”-based tale is “historical fiction”…
We decided to do it on the spur of the moment. On Tuesday, we booked a hotel and reserved a ferry there and back. On Thursday, we headed from Dover to Calais to have a night away not far from Calais, in Boulogne-sur-Mer.
“I keep getting rejected, so my writing can’t be good enough.”
Uh, not necessarily; and, in fact, that is probably decidedly NOT so.
If criticism of your writing goes with the authoring territory, it may drive you bananas when someone lectures you as to why you have written that novel and what you mean by what is in it.
What was a year ago often a formless mess that also existed in parts only in my head, now is nearly all on the (almost 600) pages.
Flying within the US, that classic novel got me, uh, “in trouble” – twice.
To my fellow Americans, wherever you are in the world, Happy Independence Day. 🙂
History is all around in England. I feel almost foolish; that I should have known this, but somehow I had missed it. I’m at least glad I discovered it now… rather than later.
I blog here; but I’m not really a blogger. I’m here because of a decidedly different kind of writing. I’m here for my novels…
I don’t know any Harry Potter fan who believes that author J.K. Rowling considers her fiction and entertainment-meant writings of magic wands, flying broomsticks, and quidditch competitions, as aiming at teaching and converting them as readers to her sect of “witches.” Or maybe I’m wrong?
Olhão, on Portugal’s Algarve coast, is more than worth a visit if one ever gets a chance. We have stayed here these last few days…
What this program is to me is yet another reminder as to why I groan at dystopic visions of the future; I consider them dangerous particularly to kids’ and teenagers’ life outlooks.
Would anyone out there want to shoot me? Of course, I’d rather not actually be shot.