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My own most recent experience, with a just-finished novel only now beginning to make its rounds to beta readers and agent and such, illustrates an interesting point. Readers like rogues. Think about a more famous situation than my own story, right now. Think Star Wars. (No, the ORIGINAL Star Wars, not the latter three abominations.) They had [...] “I suppose it is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail.” I haven’t the foggiest idea if Abraham Maslow had much experience with the arts, but certainly his observation works for more than therapists and their menu of interventions. (Maslow being a psychologist of [...] Muggers are a fairly common occurrence in my life. And I kind of welcome them when they come, despite the drama and the inconvenience they bring in their wake. No, I am not talking about the guy with the gun in a dark alley, desperate for what meager pickings he might glean from you in the [...] …I am thinking of honey. More to the point, of harvesting the honey. My grandfather used to keep bees; so did my great-uncle. That was a thing that the two brothers had in common – the basic activity – but the way they went about it was very different. Great-uncle had a bee-keeper’s gloves – I cannot [...] I once knew a photographer who credited a lot of his favorite work to happy accidents … those creative outcomes you don’t intend, don’t try for, or that come out totally wrong but manage to be just right after all. This was in the days of film, when early digital cameras cost as much as a [...] Some mornings, when I can escape from the world’s demands long enough to achieve a moment of clarity, or when I’m not too lazy, I seek wisdom in short, pithy bursts, like an expresso for the mind. Some seek this kind of rush in various scriptures, others in the morning foreign stock reports. I look for [...] When I was young, we travelled on European trains. They were old-world trains. They had compartments (think Hogwarts train). You wandered down a corridor, peering into the glassed-in compartments, seeking space; sometimes the grey utilitarian institutional pleated curtains were drawn, blocking your eye, and those compartments you passed quietly by; other times you’d catch the eye [...] Taking the 59th street exit on the FDR in Manhattan, you usually get caught in red-light eddy between two tall buildings for what may seem like minutes, but is probably just 20-30 seconds (this is Manhattan, after all). One access point to and from the apartment building on the left is across a footbridge over the eddy [...] |
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