Few things are more tedious than humdrum consistency. That’s why, despite denouncing writers’ blogs as self-indulgent puffery, I have launched myself into the blogosphere. This is still self-indulgent puffery—it just happens to be my own.
My experiences as a writer might be of interest to others, if only because, after ten years and three novels, I have been signed by Macmillan New Writing. My novel The Dog of the North will be published in July 2008. Over the next few months I’ll share my thoughts on publication and literary matters in general, to almost universal indifference.
2 comments:
Hiya, Tim, and welcome to the blogosphere!
Hmm. Omnivorous. Isn't that one of the three characteristics of God: Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omnivorous? Or maybe I don't have that quite right...
In any case, you make good points about what's required. Though I do tend to believe that 'talent' can be learned; I think it's learned through incessant reading. (But, then, maybe reading with joy is a talent itself?)
Maybe you're right. I've had a sense of myself as a writer for as long as I can remember - but I've been a reader even longer. But did Willard Price make me the writer I am today? There are worse ancestors.
Given the choice, I'd rather be omnivorous than omniscient...at least I'd never go hungry.
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