Hop over to the Novelists, Inc. blog and read my “Mark Twain Didn’t Twitter” blog posted on October 15, 2010. I’m sure that will be a popular one, especially since it follows right behind an industry professional’s blog whose job is to promote authors and their work. Once I’d finally…
It’s an impressive feat for an author to mirror her readers back to themselves in some way.
You can see why it’s pointless to offer your ideas to a fiction writer. They’ve already got more ideas than they know what to do with or time to develop.
Nothing about me is memorable. I was quite old when I began to realize this. Thirty at least. It’s why waiters in restaurants don’t hear my order although everyone else at the table remembers my requests. Sometimes I think I’m invisible. It used to bother me. I tried to make myself more noticeable. New hair styles. Vivid eye shadows. I wanted to make a statement, but it didn’t work. Finally I resigned myself to the fact that I am imminently forgettable. I blend in with the wallpaper. Big deal.
It’s wonderful, isn’t it when an author can overcome a flaw here and there and present a successful book? Note to self: Must learn how to do that.
Remember my motto: Life’s too short to read lousy books.
It’s only April 22nd. That means in one week, I read two books. Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner and Bobbie Faye’s Very (very, very, very) Bad Day by Toni McGee Causey. I picked up Jennifer Weiner’s book first because I’ve read all of her books and I think I…
? And may I just say, being a best-seller does not always equate to being a great writer. What it means more often is you were the first with a mind-boggling and unique twist on an old idea. Because, as we all know, there are no new ideas.
Literary fiction, done well, also takes longer to read. Maybe because it’s easier to put down and that might be because you have to think more about what you just read. It’s like a fine meal you want to savor and enjoy and linger over. Which I guess makes commercial fiction more like fast food. Quick, easy and often forgettable.
What if every time you hold a grudge against someone else, it’s more about holding a grudge against yourself? You won’t let go. That person who wronged you touched a chord in you, probably something you’ve been hanging onto since childhood and you can’t let go. You can’t forgive yourself and you can’t forgive others.