Sunday, November 08, 2009

lovin life

I'm amazed at how much fun I'm having writing fiction.

Longtime readers of this blog (grandma) will recall that I often whine about the difficulties of writing. I've likened it to digging ditches. I've written at least a half dozen posts about how I have to trick myself into writing everyday.

But since I've started this book, I can't wait to get back to it each morning. And when I'm at it, I stay at it. And sometimes I even come back to it in the afternoon, which I almost never did before.

Plus, when I'm not writing, I'm thinking about it. Playing around ideas. Jotting notes down in my journal.

Why did I put this off for so long?

(I've got 19 pages written so far. About a tenth of the way through, I figure.)


Anonymous said...

Hi Joe,

I noticed that you also commented on the Ed Marquez story on TKC. I think the real story will get lost in the way Tony paints it as a black v Latino thing...don't you think it's really strange that two weeks after this:

Ed is fired? I don't know if you write about local school pieces anymore for the downtowner, but this AND the fact that Debbie McGill (Helen Ragsdale's daughter) is still principal at Central despite the unsafe environment and her lack of full credentials to be a principal...always liked your work, so thought I'd pass it along...

Chuck said...

I don't know, Joe. You're a natural. I can't wait to read it.

Fiction is so much more true than non-fiction.