Since composing poetry and blog posts seems to elude me, I am taking advantage of this quick post format from WordPress.
Thomas Hardy? Really AMMI do you have the cojones to compare yourself with the novelist who brought us “Jude the Obscure” and “Far from the Madding Crowd”?
Yes, devoted reader, I am. Why you wonder? Because Thomas Hardy was a poet who wrote novels because his poetry didn’t sell. I’m a poet by inclination. . . but I love a good story. Oh hell, call me Irish. (I like wiskey too.)
I was to have my first book published in the spring. The publisher is folding her tents and silently stealing away. I carry no animosity for this woman, she’s a good lady who’s just done. I support this. But F*QUE. it just sucks. I have not written a new poem since. . .I hear a line, write a line but that’s it.
So, I tried the write a novel in a month thing. I only got to 3,000 words. But heck I wrote prose. . .even sitting on the floor of O”Hare beside a plug. Yet, I’m stuck.
Yes, POD publication is out there and more respected than it used to be. But I wanted a publisher imprint on my first book. I want to go in a bookstore and buy my own book.I so believe in this book and that there is an audience out there who needs it. But it’s not a book of metaphors and lyrics or abstractions. . . it’s documentary in style, with varied voices.
In the mean time, I’m a writer between genres. Not fun.