Glad to see you're still around. Thought you'd fallen off the proverbial earth-face. I share your fate. I've found it's better to embrace it, not worry about it and let your body and mind work its clock out, which it will mostly. The hard part is the not worrying about it. You ever read "Boy's Life" by Robert McCammon? I'm almost through with it. Good read from a good southern writer.
I am still around. I've been a bad poster, but I have been reading others blogs. :) I'm going to try to get back into the swing of things since its good for my writing chops and they need all the help they can get. I'm going to try to remember to syndicate posts from my website to this LJ, but in case I forget, don't forget to check it out there at www.amwhitsett.net/wordpress
I haven't read "Boy's Life" but I will definitely have to check it out. You've never steered me wrong on a book and I'm ALWAYS looking for good suggestions.
Also, "Dandelion Wine", by Ray Bradbury. It's one of those books I keep a copy around to permanently lend/give to people - along with "Dune", "The Magus" and "Suttree", and . . . I guess I should just stop here.
I own every one of those books except Suttree, but I have others of McCarthy. I freaking LOVE Bradbury. I would love to twist him up like a towel and wring out short stories until the end of time. He's amazing. I do have a copy of The Magus, but to be honest, I've been a little intimidated to start it. Any Mr. Jimmy words of wisdom for reading that one?
Reading "The Magus", which is one of the greatest feats of the English language, is sorta like learning to skate: at first, it's dicey and you slide and stumble around, you fall some and you don't have your footing, but once you get going you glide along and pretty soon you don't want to stop, in fact you can't stop. So, you gotta give it a hundred pages or so. If it doesn't have you by then, it might not be yours.
I will definitely have to give it a shot soon. I've heard how amazing it is for years, so when I saw it on remainder I snapped it up. It's been sitting happily in alphabetical order on my shelf for a while, waiting for me to grow a pair (figuratively, here! lol) and pick it up. I think I may do so very soon. The more I write, the more I want to see people write WELL. :)
You'll appreciate this: last night at the DK, a young student person who was "looking for something good to read" said, "you ever read Fahrenheit 911? It's by Ray Bradbury. I heard it's good. I have to read it for school."
NOOO!!!! lol I'm going to have to write that one into my novel. Right alongside the person who asked for 1984 by Shakespeare, the King James version of Hamlet, and the guy who asked me for Ibid by C.S. Lewis. It took me TWENTY minutes to explain that ibid is a citation and that I promise that C.S. Lewis really never wrote a book called that, no matter what you saw in The Quotable Lewis. The sad part? Another bookseller came to find me (the apparent resident Lewis scholar) because she couldn't find that title in the computer...in ibid. Le Sigh.
Read the prologue to 'Suttree', but only if you don't have anything to do for the next however-long-it-will-take-you-to-read-it. Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of the watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth highshouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors no soul shall walk save you. We are come to a world within the world . . . The night is quiet . . . The rest indeed is silence. It has begun to rain. A curtain is rising on the western world . . .[T]he audience sits webbed in dust.
Well, that's the prologue, the narrative portion is more prosaic, in form at least, though the spirit remains the same. If you've ever spent any time in Knoxville you'll think about the novel for some time, as it is set there and many of the landmarks will be familiar if not old friends. (They are to me.) Tell Eddie Burton, "Jim says 'hey'."
I share your fate. I've found it's better to embrace it, not worry about it and let your body and mind work its clock out, which it will mostly. The hard part is the not worrying about it.
You ever read "Boy's Life" by Robert McCammon? I'm almost through with it. Good read from a good southern writer.
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I haven't read "Boy's Life" but I will definitely have to check it out. You've never steered me wrong on a book and I'm ALWAYS looking for good suggestions.
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Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of the watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth highshouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors no soul shall walk save you.
We are come to a world within the world . . .
The night is quiet . . .
The rest indeed is silence. It has begun to rain.
A curtain is rising on the western world . . .[T]he audience sits webbed in dust.
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Tell Eddie Burton, "Jim says 'hey'."
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