Sorry for the lack of posting recently. I had the best of intentions, and even lugged a laptop along with me to the islands, but I’m afraid tradewinds and crashing surf just isn’t conducive to blogging about books. Every morning I wake up to the sound of the waves and just can’t bring myself to…
In my own fiction, I’ve recently been making a concerted effort to remove absolutely everything that isn’t absolutely necessary. I’ve been looking at my short stories like a race car. Pull out the radio, the air conditioning, the cruise control, the power windows, everything. Get rid of everything that doesn’t contribute to speed. This isn’t…
“Writing is bosh. There is only one way to make money at writing, and that is to marry a publisher’s daughter.” From George Orwell’s 1933 novel, Down and Out in Paris and London.
I was in Los Angeles last weekend for a meeting with my writing partner and some other Hollywood types. During a break in the weekend’s meetings, I strolled around West Hollywood looking for different musical landmarks. I walked down Fairfax, in search of a particular recording studio, and heard a deep growl as I came upon…