(You KNOW who you are !)
I had been mulling over some writer’s block issues and whined to said diarist. We are about to find out just how good their sense of humor is.
I have read about ¾ of “Telling Lies for Fun and Profit” by Lawrence Block. And have concluded that I will NEVER be a writer ! Now this may have been his goal all along in writing this book, to keep his competition to a minimum. As a matter of fact that sounds very plausible now that I have written it…. There was a certain cynicism in his approach that opened the door for the old “Inner Critic” to invite himself in for a sit down and ask for tea.
Now, I must admit, I am not finished with the book, maybe he reveals the whereabouts of the kryptonite to transform said Critic into a blubbering fan of everything I put on paper…. Or computer monitor as the case may be. But so far, not a hint of any such magic weapon is apparent.
Of course, I WAS a bit mollified by the fact that the author paid the rent for quite a while writing soft porn novels, which does not exactly make him my hero in any way. And also gives me some hope to dismiss his advise as faulty and go along my merry way. But on the other hand he has published over 100 books, and certainly not all of them were sexual in nature. But still I am left with the uncomfortable feeling that getting a book published remains among those freaks of nature, like hurricanes and tornadoes. You never really know when they are going to turn deadly, right up until the minute they do.
But being the responsible goof that I am, I will finish the book out, as it was recommended by someone I trust. If he hands over any secret formulas I will be sure and let you know. I think in the end, if one really wants to write, no one is going to stop you. (He agrees totally) It’s too bad that most writer types are not simultaneously great marketers of their work. If I was a good marketer, I would be selling tupperware. A product I believe in! And not scanning the want ads for clerical jobs. I would be clacking away at my keyboard writing a great ….. wait a minute, I AM clacking away…. Hmmmm.
Anyway, off to finish the book. I had to take a break and write this to keep the Inner Critic from freezing me up altogether with his sneering smirk and his musty waistcoat. He’s tramped mud all over my clean floor too.
I hope his tea gets cold.