Did you meet anyone interesting in your recent travels? – James, Alabama.
Of course! When Becky and I went to New Orleans we met some of our LiveJournal friends in person. I would say they’re more than interesting. “Notorious” might be a better word. In both New Orleans and New York City we met writers we’d never met before and, as well all know, writers are always interesting. I also met a cab driver in NYC who reminded me very much of Samir Singh in the Timothy James Beck books. We had a long talk about the decline of western civilization, art, and man’s inability to conduct rational thought on a higher plane of existence while eating BBQ Fritos.
How do you normally start a book? I would assume with the [plot], but even then, where would you get the idea for a story? – Brian, Arizona.
If I’m doing collaborative writing (Timothy James Beck or Cochrane lambert) or working on my own, normally nothing happens unless there’s a main character to write about. Who is this person and what’s their deal? If there’s one or two characters forming in my head with distinct personalities, then ideas for stories will develop around them. However, sometimes ideas will come out of nowhere, though. For a story I wrote called “The Dance” I happened to hear someone complaining about going dancing with her girlfriend, because the girlfriend didn’t like to dance and always sat on the sidelines of the club, so what’s the point? So I used that as a basis of a new short story two characters I’d previously developed. As you can tell from my mixed answer, I have no true answer and I’m just winging it. Which is pretty much like writing in general. Maybe other writers who read my LJ can share their experience in the comments.
You’ve admitted your track record with men is like shit on toast and the dogs you own seem to feel similarly. Maybe it’s you. – LMcG, Boston, Masshole
So you think River died to get the hell away from me, and Rex bit me so I’d put him to sleep and he could follow suit? You’re lovely. Thanks. I freely admit that I’m part of Rex’s problem, and that’s why we’re both signed up to see an canine behavior specialist next Tuesday. I’m a dog, too; ask any of my ex-boyfriends and they’ll tell you.