I’ve decided that for now Sundays will be rest days. Thus the title Sunday Blogless Sunday.
After staring at a screen for 14 hours a day 6 days a week, my eyes need a break. Sunday also draws the least number of hits. I’ll take that as a sign from the cosmos to seek respite.
Caught Bourne Supremacy over the weekend and loved it. The review will up by Tuesday night. And now I’m off to revise the day’s pages.
Fathers pass down very few essential rules from life’s operation manual to their sons. When hungry, eat. When thirsty, drink. When boredom strikes, reach for a book/TV remote/Gameboy. And the most important one, never let your mother know.
The essence of man to man relationships is well, primitive, basic and somehow for the sum of recorded history has only resulted in 1 large scale military conflict every 7 years.
But that’s men to men. Women to women? Little secret here guys:
1. We will never understand the complexities of the female to female dynamic.
2. Reread rule 1.
3. You still don’t get it.
This argument boils down to a unique characteristic of the female sex which I hereby dub love and hate.
Women can love and hate another female/male/hairstyle/puppy dog/book at the same time. A woman can lust for her husband’s death for not wiping the sink down after shaving just as she yearns for him to return home early from a business trip. And most incredibly, she can feel and express both emotions with equal intensity!
Men can not do this. This I know to be true.
My father’s calling me now. Something about losing the remote control in the couch…
There’s a recurring trend in book publishing. Politics, out just a few years ago is back again. Anything by Dan Brown flies off the shelf. But I cite the trend of celebrity books. One brand new celebrity offering has my attention; Star by Pamela Anderson.
Why? Because Pamela Anderson, according to a recent interview did not write this book. Instead this fictional account of a girl who grows up on an island, moves to the big city, becomes an actress and sleeps with rock stars was written by a man named Eric Shaw Quinn. Yep, the gay novelist.
Star interests me because it’s another example of a writer crafting something completely outside their experience.
There’s a saying no one knows nothing in movies. I know even less about the book business, but I suspect that Star will ship.
But if Star flops, the same publisher has a chance for redemption with Tommyland, by Pamela’s ex-husband Tommy Lee. Word is he has a ghost writer too.
This last round of queries netted a request for a synopsis and the 1st 3 chapters of The Ridge Runner.
The package went out Monday, destination prospective agent.
Regardless of outcome, I feel this latest draft is the best work I’m capable of at this time. My theory is, if I’m 100 percent behind what I’m doing then other people will sense that.