'Are you working on your second book?' is a question that I get asked these days. Up until a few days ago, I would hem and haw, and reluctantly, almost apologetically admit to doing so.
I suppose the critical, self flagellation style approach to viewing my own writing is just an extension of my introspective personality. Or perhaps it is because I like good stories that are written well and I honestly believe it is better not to write if I cannot write well. After that voice of Hemingway, there is also the voice of Gil Pended in my head, which I try hard to ignore.
But now a days I hear Hemingway's voice- okay that's not quite right, perhaps I should call it Woody Allen ventriloquising as Hemingway, in'Midnight in Paris.' "You're too self-effacing, it's not manly. No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure." So there - yes, I am working on my second book.
I suppose the critical, self flagellation style approach to viewing my own writing is just an extension of my introspective personality. Or perhaps it is because I like good stories that are written well and I honestly believe it is better not to write if I cannot write well. After that voice of Hemingway, there is also the voice of Gil Pended in my head, which I try hard to ignore.
