The Writin’ Life (TQP0093)
(That’s not us? PRO SPORTS PLAYERS? THOSE guys are still around?!)
Okay, I’m back. It’s come to my attention that none of that first line was true. My apologies.
I suppose if writing were a sport, it would be fishing. Not even cool, exciting open water fishing. We’re talking boring-ass, sitting in a boat for hours on end doing nothing, fishing. In this hastily cobbled-together metaphor, the tackle used by a writer is words. And a good fisherman has a well-stocked tackle box.
I’m going to stock my tackle box with some new words, so that I may more easily lure a sentence-fish onto my boat. These are the brightly colored, feathery tackle words I hope to someday employ more readily:
A great many architectural descriptions found in Chris Braak’s fiction pieces
And so on, in that fashion.
It’s a good life, this writin’ life.