Hello to all the new faces at the writers group tonight! Nice to meet you guys; good to see the familiar faces, too. Some pockets of great writing in all the pieces covered tonight. I look forward to seeing you guys next month. Can you believe it'll be 2011?!? Obama's been president for over 2 years, by the way. Weird...
Speaking of writing, I'm happy as hell to announce that I've started the novel about the concentration camp, about how the prisoners must know a creative talent to make their captors look "good" to the world via forced and fake propaganda. I found a comfy place to write--in a huge comfortable chair, which I can curl up in, in the living room with my better half--and I handwrote the first eight pages of this new novel. Eight pages of my tiny handwriting is about 10 full pages of type. Not too bad. And I've never written fiction in front of someone before, in the same room as someone. Harlan Coben once told me that he wrote in restaurants, in parks, etc. all the time, that he hardly ever wrote in his own office. I can't imagine that, but it would be much more convenient if I could do that. So I am going to try.
If I'm confident enough with this new writing, I'll place an excerpt here sometime soon. My better half said tonight: "Wow! You're really great at starting things! But you're terrible at finishing them!!!" (She's wanted me to finish Apocalypse before I started something new. This advice will undoubtedly prove to be correct.)
So true, so true. But I'm gettin' there.
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