Bleep!

Up to now, as a writer, I have been talking. I have been talking big. I have been blowing smoke about bad planning and disorganization and I have mostly gotten away with  it. I mean, the stories I have written so far – LOSTINE in particular – those weren’t MY stories;  those were the hand of God reaching down out of the clouds and saying “This  guy NEEDS a hand and so here it is and here’s some sublimity, too,  just to puff him up so he’ll float instead of sink like a stone.” 

     So, see, right now today I think I have just been ‘talkin’ bleep’.

     I have a 2nd novel estimated 87% complete and I’m calling it MOTHERSHIP – prequel to LOSTINE, and I love the thing, but it comes out of the birth canal Siamese twins and there are two separate minds instead of one tight story and I’m bad off about the story as Dravot and Carnehan who would be Kings in the upper right-hand corner of Afghanistan.