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A Therouxly good read…

My favorite author just released a new book, his tenth travel tome. I just picked it up from the local library and cannot wait to relish his words.

I wholly recommend any book by Paul Theroux, be it one of his travels or his fiction, it doesn’t matter. He IS that good.

The book in question is ‘Deep South’, all about spending four seasons in various parts of the southern United States. The jacket blurb alone welcomes the reader into Theroux’s special insights into the traveling world.


A note on other fine books I have recently read and recommend:

Cormac McCarthy’s ‘The Road’, an astounding apocalyptic novel and spare in its prose. I am currently reading it for the 5th time, gleaning insights into his particular writing style, lean and tight. It helps me as I edit my own MS, an erotic dystopian love story set in the very near future. Reading McCarthy’s book makes one pause, to linger over his sentences, to embrace his choice of words.

Anything by Annie Proulx, another of my favorite authors. She has a writing style all her own, and her word play is astonishing. Just grab any book of hers off the shelf and immerse yourself in her world.

Any book by Russell Banks. I’ve read ‘Continental Drift’ and ‘Affliction’four times each, and his style and nuance never ceases to amaze, allowing me to pluck nuggets from his paragraphs.


Getting back to Paul Theroux, though, do purchase or borrow a few of his books. From ‘Dark Star Safari’, to ‘The Lower River’, to ‘Hotel Honolulu’, all exceptional reads.

Please do let me know what authors you enjoy as well. One can never tire of reading worthy prose, and I am certainly open to welcome another author into my library.

Thank you.



The Writer’s Lie…Life

Yeah, we all suffer from it. There’s always something else to do but write. Right? Am I wrong? No.

There’s always a chore at hand. Dishes to be done, shopping, vacuuming, making the beds, pet the kitties, mow the lawn, stare at the clouds (well, maybe that’s not a chore), and a myriad of other things to check on.

Like email. Or the latest news. Jesus, just a welter of things just itching to take you away from your keyboard. I guess it’s that simple, really; other things that are tangible, as opposed to that oppressive white page.

My wife works her tail off. She works two different jobs and, while our youngest is at school,  I have ample time to sit and compose ‘stuff’ at my leisure. But when do I get around to it? Is it straight away? No, there’s that 4th cup of coffee to make and, oh look, the clothes haven’t been put away, and geez, would you look at those shrubs? Christ, do they need a trim!

A ton of stupid #$@%&! excuses can wreak havoc with your writing time, and some days they get the better of me. Sure, I’m writing this blog, but that doesn’t really count now, does it? Just another lame excuse to take me away from the memoir I’m writing, or the outline to a steamy romance novella, not to mention a novel about a character who contemplates suicide, or the…. you get the picture.

All excuses are just that. They remain inexcusable. What was it that Stephen King wrote in his excellent book, ‘On Writing’? I think he churns out 10,000 words a day. A day! And other sources mention 2,000 words a day. And yet others say 600.

On top of all the excuses, there are the books and magazines on writing that take you away from writing. I have a mountain of books and papers sitting by my sofa, just waiting their turn to be read. Books, magazines, web sites, all about writing, and how much time you should take to write every day, not to mention to get your platform in tip-top shape, and what’s that? You haven’t written a query letter yet? Y…you haven’t found an agent? What the hell’s wrong with you? Get to it, man!

So. Here I sit, typing away this little blog to the universe. I suppose it is one way to write something for the day. My wife works her ass off, and I sit at home and contemplate the keys in front of me. Some days just plain suck. Some days you just remain stuck. I’m sure that a few of you out there agree with me. I just wanted to let other people out there know that you are not alone. Not everyone can be prolific, but by golly, tomorrow I am going to get up and attack that goddamn blank page on the monitor. You just wait and see.

And I’ll pay no attention to those few specks of crumbs on the floor. Maybe…maybe right after I sweep……

No. I will not succumb. I will write today. I can feel it!

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