Saturday, January 15, 2005
A serious writer
I remember re-reading a few chapters of book I started years ago called "The Class of 66," about growing up in upstate New York.
A lot of what I wrote was funny, some of it serious, all of it more than a little painful to resurrect, even when you control the narrative.
I've considered calling in a co-author -- an amiga who lives in England, of all places -- who graduated with me and seemingly put as much distance as she could from her roots in the Rust Belt. And several of my friends (also members of the class of 1966) want me to finish the book, too, no doubt sure Tom Cruise will play them when I sell the movie rights.
Who knows? But if I have trouble finding the time to blog every day, how-in-the-hell am I going to finish a 200,000-word book?
Enquiring minds want to know...
Posted by Sylvia Fox at 1:15 PM