Technical writers or non fiction writers scribble to pay the bills and for the love of the analytical or the exercise of truth or deception.

Fiction authors write to illuminate their world or escape it.

Whichever kind of writer, it's all about staying alive and helping or entertaining others.

The Writing Life

Like most writers, I have a love of reading and the power of words. When I was younger, I read everything I could get my hands on, but I don’t consider myself well read. I consumed books like a starved person, so quickly I hardly knew what I had read. By some strange process of osmosis, I learned from everything I read, but I cannot give you an erudite discussion of characters, plots, or authors. I can only tell you it’s lodged some where in the core of my being and informs my writing.

In addition to reading, I’ve spent a life time writing---from that first elementary school composition to my college days when I studied French literature and wrote explications de texte. Along the way, I fell into technical writing--to put food on the table and pay bills. In the 90s, I had the good fortune to take a dialog class with Sol Stein, former owner of Stein & Day publishers in New York and a prolific author. That led to his California-based writers’ group, Chapter One. It was a rigorous, ego-bruising experience, but I was intent on learning everything I could about fiction writing. A few years ago, I also had the good fortune to study with another writer, Louella Nelson, an experienced romance writer and teacher of fiction writing. She provided a different perspective and balance to my writing.

My novel, DREAMING OF LAUGHING HAWK, a mainstream, Sixties era novel, is available on Amazon in print and ebook (also available in Canada, Europe, Japan, and Brazil). Download a free sample. If you like it, I hope you'll download the book and post a review on Amazon.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Life's Curve Balls

So you're sailing through life and you're just trying to keep up with everything, and then WHAM. Life deals you a little setback. On Friday it was my department's responsibility to clean up the lunchroom. When I saw all the dirt and dust balls on top of the refrigerator, I stepped up on a chair to clean it. As I was stepping down, my shoe caught on the chair and I took a bad fall. Unfortunately, I used my left hand to block my fall and it shattered my ulna and radius. My arm looked like a pretzel. On Saturday morning I underwent 3 hours of surgery that required a bone graft, a metal plate and a rod. I may still need more surgery. On the brighter side, I still have use of my right hand. Once again I am reminded of that line from the movie, Forrest Gump—life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.

Time for another Percocet.

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