My biggest pet peeve about writing on a computer is how I get lost in the stream of prose. This doesn’t happen with a stack of paper. At least I don’t think it did, but I’ve been writing on a computer for so many years it’s possible my memory of typewriter writing is faulty. I remember revisions involved a lot more retyping back then. I wouldn’t want to return to that, but eventually, in fact a few times in the course of writing a book, I reach a point where I must print and read my work on real paper, in order to get my bearings.
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I’ve been fortunate in the past few days to read an advance copy of Eight of Swords, winner of the 2004 Malice Domestic/St. Martin’s Press Best First Traditional Mystery award. It’s due for release in April 2005.

In this fast-reading story, David Skibbins introduces us to Warren Ritter, a man with a past that he very much needs to keep hidden. Warren’s estranged sister doesn’t help with this when she discovers him reading Tarot cards on the streets of Berkley. In her excitement and anger, she announces his real name to everyone within earshot. She has good reason. She thought he was dead.
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As yet another storm front heads toward the Southern California coast, I can’t help some skepticism that rain can possibly arrive soon, because the sky here has turned blue and the air balmy. But I’m assured we’re in for a few days of rain. I plan to focus on fiction for the duration. To make up for sounding like a spoiled Californian who has no idea what winter is, I leave you with links to two stellar blog posts on writing and books, from Eric Mayer and Vikk Simmons.
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In Masks of Murder, by C. C. Canby, police detective Zeke Mallard is stabbed to death in his garage while unloading groceries from his car. As a result, rookie detective Richard Lanslow takes on the case every police detective loathes, that of investigating the murder of another officer, in this case his own partner. (more…)

Is it possible we fiction writers are nothing more than escape artists who manage to write journals of our inner travels-hopefully in such a way that others willingly share our adventures? Fiction can be more enticing than reality. I would, after all, much rather imagine having a flat tire on a rainy night out in the middle of nowhere-with a complete story woven around it, full of interesting characters-than actually experience that flat tire and that wet, cold rain.
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Yann Martel’s novel, Life of Pi, is a brutal, dramatic tale. It perplexes, confronting the reader with realism and fantasy in the same thoughts. It’s the kind of story that makes you wonder if it could possibly have really happened. If so, what really happened? I’m left with a mystery, but not a frustrating one, it’s magical in a sense. I savor it like the taste of a fine meal I’ve just finished. I linger over it and reminisce. (more…)

According to a July 2004 article in the “News Room” of the National Endowment for the Arts, Fewer Than Half of American Adults Now Read Literature. The article cites statistics from Reading At Risk: A Survey of Literary Reading in America. This 60-page report was created using data collected from a sample of 17,000 adults by the U.S. Bureau of the Census in 2002, at the request of the National Endowment for the Arts. Much of the blame for the documented decrease in the quantity of our literary reading over the past 20 years is placed on television and lower levels of education. The report defines literary reading as novels or short stories, plays, and poetry, and it makes no distinction as to the quality of the literary works.

Three points in the Reading At Risk report worry me most, as a writer hoping to sell my work: (more…)

A recent writing challenge from Vikk Simmons at Down the Writer’s Path reminded me of this DVD, which I’ve watched about a dozen times. It contains a memorable scene depicting the creation of a first draft, the subject of Vikk’s post.

Sean Connery plays William Forrester, the reclusive author of a single, renowned literary novel, who’s been holed up in his family’s Bronx apartment for years. He never goes out, and is known only by an alias to the superficial young man who delivers his groceries. (more…)

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. I’ve been writing more on my novel this past week. Then today dawned stormy, starting out with thunder, wind and rain, a good day for putting on a sweater and gloves to sit on the front porch and think.

I’m contemplating the pros and cons of writers’ critique groups. (more…)

If you’re in the mood for a little fiction, you may want to check out the new Short Stories page on my website. (more…)