For those who don’t write fiction — or any kind of professional writing — the work itself hardly seems to be “work” at all. One sits and thinks, then writes some ideas. How hard could it be?
Of course, as a novelist I would beg to differ with that viewpoint. How hard could it be? Well, actually, almost impossible. Nothing co-operates. Everything gets in the way — life in all its distractions on a continuum from basic and wonderful, to horrible and outré. And then, of course, there’s the worst thing of all: failure of imagination. Though this latter issue isn’t limited to the writing profession, it happens in every facet of our lives. Most notably, it seems in today’s media-stormed world, it happens in the realm of politics. But that’s in another country, metaphorically speaking.
It’s been a little over two and a half years since I’ve posted something in this Journal. The world has been too much with me late and soon, as William Wordsworth so eloquently phrased it in his sonnet. He was referencing the busy-ness of the first Industrial Revolution. My Lord, I think his mind might have exploded if he could have foreseen what was lying ahead in the Digital Revolution.
But things have not stood still for me. I have a new novel, “Fate Surprised Her”, available on this website and other platforms as an eBook original, and another novel is coming in a few months, also to be an eBook original. I’ve also obtained the reversion rights to all of my quintet of Stuart Haydon novels, and they also are now available on this website and elsewhere as eBooks.
More about all of that later.
I’ll now resume fairly regular entries here in this Writer’s Miscellany, and I hope you’ll rediscover me and let me hear from you.
