The thing I wrote most about were the time in my life that I have lived on islands. The smell of that thick warm air, jet fuel, cigarette smoke and plumerias kept transporting me, even as I loaded car seats in and out of rentals, to times I almost never think of anymore.
Writing
Short Stories to Build a Writer Platform
It would likely need some editing, to lay some basic story background, especially since the chunk I’m thinking of using comes late in the story, but it could be done. And actually, they are some of my favorite pages.
Writing My Synopsis
I’ll admit it – the statement on that page is a total lie. I’m not in the process of revising the synopsis. The damn thing doesn’t exist yet.
Don’t Quit Your Day Job
Until I have developed the skill to be a professional novelist, I will continue to work the day job. And that, I think, is the hole in Fuller’s argument. With all due respect, you don’t just get to declare yourself and artist and retire to a life of rumination.
Writing Every Day, The Challenge Continues
On January 29th I declared that I was going to write every day for the rest of my life. In the name of being honest, I feel I need to share the fact that my resolution lasted about four days.
OstrichLand USA
Often, when I tell people in Los Angeles that I’m working on a novel set on a ostrich farm, they ask me if I have been to the place up in Santa Barbara. Well, up until today, I hadn’t.
Getting The “Was” Out
I’m obsessed. And not with something normal, like Downton Abbey, or salted caramel ice cream. No, I have turned totally crazy over the word “was.”