This one is only eight sentences, and I chose it for a very specific reason, which I’ll explain afterwards. * * * * * As soon as they got off the bridge, the wind shifted and SarahBeth said, “Oh, my … Continue reading
So, not Sunday, and not seven sentences, and no sex this time around. But it’s always fun when Jan Sleet quotes Sherlock Holmes: In the morning, SarahBeth was the last one up. She came out of Perry’s bedroom when … Continue reading
So, yes, increasingly, not on Sunday and not seven sentences. Oh, well. If I ever finish this book (the infamous “third novel”), and if at some future date somebody does an overall study of my oeuvre — I would be … Continue reading
So, the Sunday thing didn’t take, and the seven-sentence rule isn’t being followed either, but I am going to continue this series. Having covered A Sane Woman and U-town, I’m going to move on to my third novel (first draft … Continue reading
So, this is the second in the series of Seven Sentence Sundays, and now we come to U-town, my second novel. This was started in the early 1990s, and A Sane Woman put on hold, because I got a modem. … Continue reading
So, it’s 2015. It occurred to me today that I’ve always said that I started writing seriously in 1970. So, that’s (according to my calculator) 45 years ago. Huh. Of course, it’s not like I started on any one particular … Continue reading