Monday, September 13, 2010

Writing...writing...writing...

I've been reading some Jack Kerouac. I've read most of the stuff he left behind, so very little of it is new to me. Just now I was going back over BIG SUR which remains, to me, the most honest of his autobiographic novels. And it's honest in the way that he acknowledges his insanity. That's not something I've ever seen out of any other writer.

Still carving away at the concepts and final words of THE CLAN. I'm a stickler for logic in my novels, even when my novels deal with the impossible and the improbable. If the bits of the puzzle don't fit, I have to craft another piece that does fit.

Alas.


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