Goodbye guilt, hello fairway
As the limping salesman said, the driver was "born angry." Played this morning, hitting 64% of fairways and missing a ten footer for 79.
Hmm, perhaps I should re-brand this as a golf blog?
Writing going well, too. The new book has two four-star and two five-star reviews and is selling better than expected, so I am busily churning on the second one in the series. It's already been written, edited and re-edited and then sent to the editor and now back to me, but I needed to add some scenes and pay at least a little attention to making the characters likeable. Funny thing, I've discovered, is when you make your characters unlikable, readers don't like them. And, in turn, they typically don't like the book.
Of course it's supposed to be fashionable these days to craft books with loathsome characters. A mark of "true art." Yeah, and a mark of a book that's no fun to read. I decided quite a while back that I would not create tortuous, multi-layered, over-wrought-with-symbolism, bloated books. Screw trying to be the next literary giant. Yes, Mr. Delillo and Mr. McCarthy, you rock. Especially Mr. Mc. However, I could spend five years in the desert with a laptop and a thesaurus and not come close to the lyrical language you use, so why not focus on my strengths instead? Which consist of hitting a golf ball close to 300 yards and creating fun, innovative stories that move at a fast, fast pace.
Hmm, perhaps I should re-brand this as a golf blog?
Writing going well, too. The new book has two four-star and two five-star reviews and is selling better than expected, so I am busily churning on the second one in the series. It's already been written, edited and re-edited and then sent to the editor and now back to me, but I needed to add some scenes and pay at least a little attention to making the characters likeable. Funny thing, I've discovered, is when you make your characters unlikable, readers don't like them. And, in turn, they typically don't like the book.
Of course it's supposed to be fashionable these days to craft books with loathsome characters. A mark of "true art." Yeah, and a mark of a book that's no fun to read. I decided quite a while back that I would not create tortuous, multi-layered, over-wrought-with-symbolism, bloated books. Screw trying to be the next literary giant. Yes, Mr. Delillo and Mr. McCarthy, you rock. Especially Mr. Mc. However, I could spend five years in the desert with a laptop and a thesaurus and not come close to the lyrical language you use, so why not focus on my strengths instead? Which consist of hitting a golf ball close to 300 yards and creating fun, innovative stories that move at a fast, fast pace.
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