Moby Dick Status

Just typing Moby Dick into a blog post got me more hits. Hey, yeah, I'm still reading it, although I put it down for about three weeks to read Veronica by Nicholas Christopher. I like MB; my speed stinks. I anticipate, yes, probably, looking like, mid-November to finish MB. "What!" you say (or shout). That's how slow I am. And I'll throw in another book or two to gum up the progress.

But I'm courageous to admit my effort will be drawn out, don't you think? I'm courageous to have this blogspot and let you in on the less-than-fascinating life of a hopeful novelist. I'm courageous to even write, period. I love and fear going to libraries and bookstores. Love the possibilities, the treasures underneath the covers, many I'll never open. Fear that I am nameless and swimming in a sea of writers. And most of the retail shelves are backlist. The new stuff never makes it out.

Dash it all. I'll get there. I'm persistent. If a writer doesn't have a pound (or ten) of it in reserve, forget it. Soon, it'll be more than Moby Dick that gets people to hit this blog. But hey, come all.

Living To Do, Plus Write

To Do List

Write two books a year until I keel over.

Drive a motorcycle.

See more of Europe/Asia/The World.

Climb a mountain, a small one preferably.

Give away more than I make (still working on that).

Write a sentence I will be remembered for.

Writing, My Love

How do you read this post's title? Do you think of yourself as the one I'm addressing, that you are my love, and I'm making an intimate connection with you? Or do you read it that writing is my love? Or that I'm writing about my love, a person or possession? A piece of writing is such a personal message. Everyone takes something different away from the meaning of the words. You, the readers, develop a relationship with the story and the characters. Or you read a section with a nuance that was desired, and you get it, or you insert your own nuance unintentionally. My readers have provided interesting and good feedback on my work so far. I enjoy getting their perspectives. Sometimes, it makes me strengthen or change parts, but mostly, it makes me appreciate that they see the writing with unique meaningfulness.

What did I mean: Writing, My Love. If you've read this far and come back for more, then by all means ...