I have a cat named Bernadette who is eleven years old and easily weighs in at less than six pounds. She doesn’t like milk, which is strange. She loves tuna, though, which is not so strange, and which is also probably not so great for her, but you got to die of something. Watching her eat a whole can of tuna is like whale-watching in choppy waters: vaguely nauseating, and if you blink you miss it. She’s a great cat, except when she’s ripping holes in my clothes and skin or eating me out of house and home. Or deleting inspired prose with the magic ”maximum catastrophic delete” key that only cats can find. Or insisting on lying on my arm when I’m trying to type. You get the idea.
OK…as premises go, “will write for cat food” is flimsy. But there’s a certan logic to it. Isn’t there? Of course there is. Anyway, it seems to have gotten your attention, or something did, so here we are.
This will be a blog about the process of learning the craft of writing the modern dramatic novel, as experienced by me, Robert Gryphon. I will write about the thought process that prompted me to get started; about the experience of getting organized and going on the actual writing; and about some of the things I learn along the way. If you find my experiences interesting, inspiring, amusing at my expense, or useful in any way, please let me know. I have opened up this blog for contributions on anything related to writing, as well as relevant questions, though I can’t claim any particular qualification to answer them.
Thanks for your interest, and I’ll get you caught up on my progress soon.
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