The question posed is what will I be working on in 2018. At least, I think that's the question.
A day late and a dollar short, and tonight I'm tired. I have an eye infection that won't quit and focusing on the screen is a challenge. A new year, but the same old struggle goes on in this ever so noisy, ever so material world.
This old poem, written in the 1970's, used to be a pretty fair summation of what drove me when I picked up a pen, or sat down at my ancient IBM typewriter.
TO REMEMBER CLOSED
WITH A PAISLEY LINER.
TO STICK A
INTO THE CLOSING
AND HIT FATHER TIME
ON HIS FLEETING HEAD
WITH A ROCK
Despite the age of the piece, it still (I hope) speaks. My focus was narrower in those days; I only dared to express myself through poetry.
Writing hasn't changed all that much for me over the years, even if what I do now is research people and places and then weave stories around them. All that writers have to work with, basically, are our own lives. That is, what we've experienced, or read or studied, and the rich (and sometimes) crazy trove of dreams and personal relationships.
Even if we're transplanting all that into another time period, as historical novelists customarily do, we're examining the human condition. We're reaching out, person to person, trying to tell a story that will touch the hearts and minds of our readers.
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