Blog Intro: What to Expect Here are intermittent impressions of my real life that alter my perspective. Or, move me so much that I feel a need to write down how a play, a concert, or a passing street scene affected me. I love Shakespeare and hip-hop that’s not about menacing women, which is probably mostly a thing of the past.
Sometimes A Novel Taps Into My Subconscious
Sometimes a novel taps into my subconscious right away: It affects something that’s been brewing inside me on a subliminal level. And I’m overcome with admiration. Sometimes I may write about this, but not always. Sometimes the experience feels very private.
As a writer, I admire anyone who writes, and especially anyone who writes fiction. Yet, if a book doesn’t draw me in within fifty pages or so, I’ll put it down. But, what happens to me more and more often is that later, I’ll pick up that book again. Maybe in a year or two–it varies. Because I’m not sure why I return to a book that at first didn’t pull me in. But when I do come back to a book, I suspect something that didn’t make a conscious impression on me must have affected me deeply, if subconsciously. And has been brewing just out of reach. Because usually, I discover that what didn’t thoroughly involve me the first time, later affects me with a lasting power.
Put Another Way: Fiction Is Always Subjective
Put another way; Fiction Is Always Subjective. What involves me so much that it feels real to me now, may not have “spoken” to me at all, or not out loud, on my first attempt. In any case, if you love a novel, if it expands your spirit, it’s a great book. How someone else may respond is inevitably different, even if you and another both love or dislike a specific work. Your own life comes into play. Because reading fiction is a creative act in itself. The common analogy is dancing. The writer leads, the reader follows, “backwards and in heels,” so to speak.
What to Expect Here Is Unpredictable
What to Expect Here is unpredictable: Unlike most blogs, I can only come to this occasionally. To write a blog consistently on a set schedule would not leave me the time I need to write the novels I have in drafts and very much feel compelled to do all I can to bring to life. And yet, as a writer, describing my surroundings, my thoughts, memories, and feelings sometimes feels almost necessary. And sometimes it doesn’t. But whatever I post here, no matter how fanciful it may strike you, is a real aspect of my real life. I’m posting it on this blog, hoping that something someone reads here will interest them enough so that they seek out my fiction. It’s what I love doing more than almost anything. I am seriously driven to write novels that demand more grace and dimension than I’m certain I can grasp.
What I post and what I do not is unpredictable. But I invite you to give me a chance! Writing fiction for me means soaring and plummeting. I love it but it does not make me easy to live with. And because reading fiction completes the novel, reading my best efforts demands more time and attention than passive appreciation. So, I’m grateful to anyone who reads what I write. My writing is like me–intimate, fast, and, I hope, fun. Also, no doubt like me, my fiction may be occasionally more demanding, in one way or another, than is apt to be widely popular.