Should’ve posted something here earlier. Hello, y’all. This site’s great for writing tips and critiques, and even better for killing an hour or three while waiting for inspiration to fill an otherwise blank screen. Kudos granola bars to the site admin and the talented contributors. So I’m a twentysomething guy who acts younger than his age, and I’m considering quitting everything to lock myself up in some mountain cabin and pound out the… well, not the Great American Novel. How about the Pretty Good American Novel, to borrow an expression from one of my favorite authors, Garrison Keillor. I mean, how hard can it be?
But then I remember some story I read about a character who does just this -- finds a secluded spot, kits it out with typewriter, spare ribbons and enough instant coffee, oatmeal and toilet paper to last a year. But the only thing he can’t bring himself to do is actually lock the door and begin writing. Which reminds me….
But then I remember some story I read about a character who does just this -- finds a secluded spot, kits it out with typewriter, spare ribbons and enough instant coffee, oatmeal and toilet paper to last a year. But the only thing he can’t bring himself to do is actually lock the door and begin writing. Which reminds me….
Realised not when I read Great American Novel.
to the Cooler, Sandoz!
