In the course of my so-called career, I’ve found that new writers always lead off any conversation with the same two questions:
Even I get tired of talking about myself, so let’s move on to the agent thing for now, okay?
And now, due to popular demand, the second of the “Zeitgeist Boom”/”Drunken Monkey” columns from wherever the hell it is I first published them (It’s fiction, dammit! Don’t forget – it’s fiction!):
I’m in the Airstream, on the not-so-foamy pad that passes for a bed, playing a sweet shuffle beat on a little gal I met at the Chimacum feed store across the highway, when my cell phone rings.
Well, it doesn’t ring, actually, it starts thumping out the opening of “L.A. Woman.” Which, if you’re old enough to remember that song, you’ll know is totally out of sync with my fucking, or anybody’s, for that matter.
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Gerald Sanford returns with a VIQ – Very Important Quickie:
Write to TELL a story…not SELL a story.
Speaking of book deals, I’ve been thinking lately about re-using a character I created a couple of years ago for a column I began writing in a Seattle-based rock mag. The column was pseudonymous and fictionalized – a less than idealistic picture of what my life was like back in the day when I would rather have played drums than breathed.
I don’t know how long the magazine lasted. Maybe it’s still going. But I only wrote two columns because they never got around to paying me. Because they were just launching and I felt sorry for them, the fee was only lunch, but still. Anyway, here’s the character. I’m thinking of making him the protagonist in a novel set in the ’60s, in a music world I knew all too well.
What do you think?