With
hunting season upon us, gunshot and scattered quail, I unlocked my keyboard and
reconnected with my troubling characters. I’m fleshing out their peculiarities
and trying to suspend disbelief, which brings me to a notion I’ve stored up my sleeve. Schooling
is good, but I believe there are three things a writer needs which can’t be
taught: empathy, unbridled imagination, and the ability to suspend disbelief. If
you have that, you can learn the rest. You can entice a reader to stick with you
to The End. As
Mickey Spillane once said, “No one ever read a novel to get to the middle.” And
we’ve all heard said: there’s no such thing as writer’s block. There are only
writers who run out of matches. There’s no such thing as a failed writer, only
writers who quit before they get to the end.
I'm off to the north country to stand on the shore of Lake Superior. No waxing floors.I'm going to eavesdrop in pubs and study facial expressions. I mean I'm going to walk the shore and study tide lines, search the horizon for freighters and collect driftwood. I have my journal, pencil, and ID, should I lose myself. I'm not afraid of getting lost. How silly. I'm not afraid of that.
I'm off to the north country to stand on the shore of Lake Superior. No waxing floors.