16 May 2012

Mud pies

Oftentimes before children are even allowed in the kitchen, they are in the backyard making mudpies. These are not nutritional, they are not even edible (unless you have a case of pica), but the child is thuroughly entertained. I think often times that writing is like that. When I start a new novel, or story, I think that its the greatest thing in the world, but its really a mudpie. One day I hope to make it to the kitchen with Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Victor Hugo. Until then, I'm reading Cliff Graham novels, and the Bible and scribbling away.

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