Today will be an editing day. One of the failures of the written word is that they can't always express the full dread content of the idea they've been tasked with representing. When you read the words, "Today will be an editing day," what do you think? Do you think, "Oh, how nice. Scott, has … Continue reading On The Cusp of Red
There are many variations. Some authors harken back to the Latin, which you've got to admit - if you're looking for the most unnecessarily pretentious way to end a book you can't do much better than the Latin, Finis. The Sumerian equivalent maybe, in cuneiform. That might be slightly more pretentious, but only slightly. I'm … Continue reading Finis
In 1973, Paul Simon released the album "There Goes Rhymin' Simon," his second after splitting with longtime partner Art Garfunkel. It's a great album, and it features a song which has long resonated with me, someplace deep inside of who I am. It shares a title with this post. I suppose it's the chorus that … Continue reading Something So Right
Old Business Well, the first two week cycle of my increased blog output ended last week with no post on the poetry blog, but successfully on the other three, and now we're back to this blog, it being Tuesday and all. So now that we've got the progress started, rather than talk about that for … Continue reading Something Special, Maybe?
I mean, I really don't. Okay, listen: I've written a few books now. A handful. But even with my limited output, I've learned a thing or two about this writing gig. There are things you can learn about writing from other people. That's why every liberal arts college in the known universe offers courses in … Continue reading I Don’t Know Why I Do This to Myself
I gave this blog entry a title which many people will recognize immediately as a quote from one of the great philosophers of our time, Mr. Willy Wonka. I did that because I'm talking about fixing things, about making them right. When I write a book, before even my advance readers get their hands on … Continue reading “Strike that… reverse it.”
I don’t use a lot of horse racing lingo in my day-to-day speech. I just never developed the depth of love and dedication that the Sport of Kings requires of its devotees, and as such only those terms and clichés most fully integrated into the English language, (or at least the bastardized version we Yanks … Continue reading And They’re In The Stretch
I've probably mentioned it in passing, (I've actually whined about it repeatedly), but I hate editing. I get that, especially for the impoverished indie writer, it's a necessary evil, part of the gig, just another bump in the road, [add your cliché here]. I get it. But it still sucks. Last night, while I was … Continue reading Editing Nightmares