Life behind the writing desk
Painting by Numbers Hi Reader, I can't paint. I tried though. Gave it a good shot. Still life. Portraits. Plein air. I produced nothing that warranted a frame. But it wasn't a waste of time. I was in the company of real artists. And while I was beating my head against a wet canvas, I noticed how few tubes of paint the good ones needed to create real art. Writing isn't so different. Much of a novel comes down to four colors: Description (rooting us in place or time) Action (walking, nodding,...
Hi Reader, Kath and I work out at a local gym a few times a week. We often see Chris and Ted walking the track. Fantastic couple. Chris reads my books and seems to enjoy them. But she's also fairly convinced I might be deranged. She says it with a smile. But... I get that a lot. The folks who've read my books sometimes give me odd looks when they meet me in person. And it usually leads to a question. "Where do you get your ideas?" Which is a polite way of asking, "What the hell is wrong with...
Hi Reader, It's a rite of passage for authors. You always remember your first. The one-star review. In layman's terms, it means the reader spent a few days with your book, threw it in the trash, and wanted to make sure the world knew it was garbage. I remember mine. It was prior to the launch of Fortunate Son. I'd sent out 50 advance copies for readers to review on Goodreads. The reviews started streaming in and I was feeling a bit chuffed that everyone seemed to be enjoying the book...