Showing posts from May, 2012
I want to talk about sex for a moment. Why? Well, for starters it's my blog and I have to write something. Secondly, there's a tropical storm pounding at my window and I can't play golf and I've written my allotted pages today. Thirdly, I get asked about it a lot. My John Logan thrillers have sex hinted at and lovely females are described, and there's a sexy aura about it all, but when it comes to describing Logan and Teri's bedroom scenes, I prefer to fade back and let the door shut and leave it to the reader's imagination. I know. Sex sells. Fifty Shades of Gray has sold 10 million copies. On TV and in the literary world sex sells. I cut my teeth as a teen on the Death Merchant and Jake Logan series where you could always count on a couple of good sex scenes. One of my fav modern authors is Eric Jerome Dickey. His books about Gabriel, the mysterious assassin for hire are examples of powerul writing, plot, and characters. His books have action, an
Survivor's Affair is now out on audiobook. Here's the link: It's been a long time coming, I know, but I think the results were worth it!
This is the worst for me as a writer. First draft of my latest project is complete, ready to be set in the deepest recesses of digital memory, never to be looked at for many weeks. It is this time that a writer must ask himself: what's next? I usually take a break. Usually I finish a draft working feverishly on it for a week or so and when it's done I give myself a few days to decompress but in reality I'm already asking that question even as I save the project to my jump drive. What is next? So even as I write this I'm already working out possibilities. So even though I'm between projects, I'm still writing in a sense. Still thinking about things. Welcome to my world.
One of the things that I believe makes a good writer is the ability to notice things. Whether it's how snow rests on the side of a hill or the way sunlight glistens off of the water, it's important for a writer to notice things like that. After all, how are you supposed to relay such scenes to a reader if you've never truly experienced them yourself? Another thing that I've noticed is feelings. Today, for example, I sat in the basketball stadium of the University of Florida and watched my daughter--my oldest child--walk across the stage and receive her B.S. degree. Her education is not complete. In a couple of months she will move to graduate school--a move that will bring her closer to home, I admit, but another 4 years of hard study. Tonight, it's all over. The ceremony done, presents unwrapped, food eaten, and I gave her a final hug by the car as the rest of us prepared to make the drive back home. I didn't want to let her go. I have been a whirling kalei
My good friend Kent Holloway has a fantastic website where he interviews authors, reviews books, and generally has a great time. This week, he asked me to stop by and talk about how John Logan came into being. You can read my response here.