I’ve been thinking a lot lately about an old friend. He was a composer; one of the finest musical minds I’ve personally known. He primarily wrote for orchestra, but he could also write jazz and pop with the best of them. We had many stimulating conversations about art and aesthetics; Continue reading “In Pieces”
Have you ever woke up in the morning overwhelmed with the feeling that you’ve done it all wrong? Continue reading “Things Fall Apart”
In my upcoming novel, Of Gilded Flesh, I have a chapter titled “Of Love and Irony,” wherein I write: There lies the irony of Anna’s love: She adores men for their passion of things greater than her. She would be more than happy to be second or even third on a list. Yet, her love always seems to be a question waiting for an answer that never comes.
It should be no secret how I feel about books within a series. As soon as I see the likes of “Book One of the Ice Dragon Series” or “Troll Hunters #17” in a novel’s title, I quickly move on to something else. The reason for this aversion? There’s a couple, actually:
Or, Throw Momma From the Train and other pools of writing wisdom.
Some of the best sources I’ve found for inspiration, advice, or what-have-you, to help me through the daily doldrums of writing have been fictional. Here’s a couple of examples before I get into the meat of this post –