And We’re Back
First of all, I want to apologize to those of you among my readers who were hoping for a new chapter in the ongoing adventures of Hadley Baxendale this week. Ordinarily I try to write a new Hadley story every Tuesday or so, in order to make the yeah write summer grid, and the speakeasy not-summer grid before that. Alas, I was somewhat busy Tuesday, as I was in the throes of taking the bar exam. It is quite the intense experience. It was even more intense this year, since the test-taking software we used for the essay question part of the bar exam went and glitched on us. There was some discussion about it on Twitter.
In any event, the bar exam is now over, and as I wait for the results and prepare to enter the world of actual legal employment, I have several weeks of honest-to-goodness free time. I don’t have to study, I don’t have to pore over outlines, I don’t have to feel guilty while watching Netflix because I really should be reading for Torts instead. And what that means is, I am back to writing. Hadley, Rain, Milroy Birnbaum (god of war) and, most particularly, Catrina, can all live again. Huzzah.
Also, I started work on a new full-length novel this afternoon. It was sparked from a conversation I had with a friend about The Problem of Santa. It will also be starring a spy-type character named Jason Waterfalls. As in, “Don’t go, Jason Waterfalls.” This should be fun. And, eventually, after some editing, I do plan to self-publish it. And it will go on Goodreads and on Amazon, and I shall call it Squishy and it shall be mine, and it shall be my squishy friend- no, wait, hang on. That’s Finding Nemo. But the point still stands, to paraphrase the Tenth Doctor.
In any event, I just felt I should give you an update on things, loyal readers. And to wrap things up, here is a quote from P.G. Wodehouse I ran across this morning, which I think quite nicely encapsulates the writing style I like to aim for.
“I believe there are only two ways of writing a novel. One is mine, making the thing a sort of musical comedy without music, and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going down deep into life and not caring a damn.”
(My way is the first way, needless to say.)
