Endings are, uh, I think, reasonably important to us as readers. I am of course interested in what will happen (or why would I be reading the book in the first place?), but I don't really want to know how a book ends... until I get to the end.
The U.S. is really, I always remind non-Americans, a continent (Finland has the population of roughly Connecticut), and over the centuries has demonstrated a resiliency and managed - it still does - to evolve.
My (now late) uncle had warned me about that type. LOL!
We got back yesterday after three nights in Ireland...
All of that - and about 1,000 pages more from just those two novels - is why I am here and why this blog exists: my writing.
With our two better halves busy yesterday, another husband (and a friend) and I went off to the Imperial War Museum at Duxford (I suppose, as guys might do when left to their own devices), which is just south of Cambridge...
I don't see a problem with tweeting a couple of times a day. That said, I don't see how some of the writers in Twitter's #writingcommunity actually write anything. It does often appear many seem to do little but tweet... about writing! LOL!
What is going to become of our Kindle (and other e-readers) books a couple of generations down the road? Will a twenty year old born "50 years" from now even be able to access a "2019 tech" produced e-book?
I had not been on AA internationally for at least 20 years. Everyone I met was pleasant. Indeed the perpetually smiling cabin crew all seemed named "Ashley" or "Brett" and sounded like they were from South Carolina.
Q: Recently, controversially on your blog, you attacked sci-fi and fantasy writers. Are you trying to be hounded off of social media and chased into hiding in, uh, Norway? N: There's nothing wrong with Norway. But I didn't attack them...
His last book had been published in 2004. I remember my mother around 2010 once having a go about my uncle's internet behavior. After getting off of the phone with him, in her kitchen Mom threw up her hands in disgust to me and declared something like, "Hemingway keeps moaning he can't write another novel. He sure as hell could if he'd just stay the hell off of Facebook."
Having seen it unfold over the last two days, based on what I've learned over the years I wanted just to offer Ms. Avon some minor support. I did so in three quick tweets...
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.
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.
After doing this four times previously I have come to learn this is always that moment where I feel I have finally achieved something tangible.