|photo by Valentin Salja|
Finished The Forest for the Trees--a lot of fun, I don’t mean like a comic book. It was sophisticated and full of good advice, but it had a nice flowing writing style--inviting, like a knowledgeable friend talking about the publishing world.
Right after, I started another book, a more formal book about writing and publishing which more befits the dignity and magnificence of a serious author. In other words, boring. It looks like I’m going to be reading this one just for info not joy.
It starts out saying writing is the deepest, most important, most spiritual thing in the universe which for me is a yes or no depending on my mood and objectively probably somewhere in the middle. If zero is eating frozen pizza and ten reaching nirvana plus cosmic oneness with the universe, writing would probably hold a steady five along with other stuff like acting, singing, painting, making a healthy child, a garden patch, a redeemed social condition, etc, etc, etc.
In trashy horror novel news, 6 men killed, five woman, two 9-year old’s, and various dogs.