by Robert Gregory Browne
This post isn’t about writing books, but it is about writing—a couple different kinds of writing, in fact.
That said, it has less to do with writing than it does with our willingness to adapt and change and never being afraid to chase our dreams.
When I was thirteen, I read my first “adult” book, which was serialized in a magazine, called SOMEBODY OWES ME MONEY by Donald Westlake. Reading that book, a comedy murder mystery about a cab driver named Chet who simply wants to collect his nine hundred dollar bet, only to find his bookie stabbed to death, was a revelation to me. And I can say with certainty that it is the reason I became a novelist.