Wednesday, November 30, 2011
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness...
THREE DILEMMAS, TWO FRIENDS, ONE DESERTED TREE HOUSE
The best of times, the worst of times, a pinch of wisdom and a pint of foolishness
during a simmering summer on Lake Allamuchy
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
...the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
It seemed a good idea at the time.
Originally each chapter of The Chick Palace opened with the first line of a novel. Sometimes I had the chapter written and then researched novels. Sometimes I found great opening lines and wrote chapters with them in mind. (Not one of my better ideas)
Writers enjoy this kind of diversion, this writer especially. It’s writer-ly. It’s research, a sanctioned alternative to the butt-in-chair, writing-the-book business that tends to depress us when words won't come, or words fall flat.
Plus it got me back to a favorite haunt~~the book exchange at our local dump-cum- recycling/transfer station. Everything from bestsellers to academic texts to remnants of many a townsperson’s personal library stocks the shelves. More than a few of my books for kids have shown up in the ever-revolving children’s section.
I found some ideal first lines at the book exchange. Sometimes it segued right into a productive day at the keyboard. Alas, my agent nixed the first-line-from-another-novel concept so now I’m left with my sterling collection.
Perhaps a better idea, if you really want to know the truth about it, would be to start my blogs with them.