There are several good guidelines to writing that I keep ignoring. The first is to not talk about your work when first drafting. Stephen King in his book On Writing has this wonderful quote given to him by an early teacher – “Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.” I tend to blather on, and as par for the course in my way of living if I have said something I consider it done. The blatant non-truth there is kind of shocking, isn’t it? I also look for the person I am telling to be wowed. Never remembering that the heard word is vastly different to the read word. The second piece of advice is – once you start the first draft of a project, get it done as quickly as you can. I meander, pause, and … Continue reading
Hello world. I am launching yet another blog! But, this time for sure! My long hidden dream of being a professional writer is becoming more real each day. I am making progress on my other stealth blog (name hidden since I will be talking about things that are supposed to remain anonymous) but that venue doesn’t allow for simply letting my hair down. Metaphorically of course since I am living as a self-inflicted bald man. I have recently read the fabulous book, No One Cares What You Had for Lunch by Margaret Mason. You can get to her personal blog here. I will be starting things off here by working my way through the prompts in her book. I can’t promise all 100 ideas she has, but I think I can manage 90+. Here’s to a brave new literary world!
At the age of twenty-one I weighed 396 pounds. As per my daily routine I was sitting in my chair, in my room, watching television. I had been there for four hours. I was eating a King Size pack of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I had a package of Hostess Ho-Hos waiting on the floor beside me. I was washing down the peanut butter cups with a can of Pepsi, and I had a can of A&W Root Beer on the floor waiting. I don’t remember what I was watching, but it was inevitably either cartoons or a sitcom re-run. As per my routine I would have sat there for another four hours until I finally got bored enough to crawl into the bed that was two feet away. Vast portions of my life were spent in that same way, … Continue reading