It's always a thrill to be quoted by my blogging idol, so this morning when I clicked over to About Last Night and read, "Brenda Coulter...offers some sensible observations," my little heart tripped. A few seconds later, I wanted to slink under my desk.
Did I really suggest that Terry Teachout might "stink" at writing fiction?
If I thought for even a New York minute that I could pull it off, I'd try to convince you all that my evil twin was guest-blogging on that day. But you probably suspected long before now that I wasn't exactly a model pupil at charm school (okay, the truth: I never attended charm school, even though it was often hinted that I might have snagged a full scholarship based on need).
While I am somewhat relieved that my rash comment appears to have afforded Mr. Teachout some small amusement, I would like to state for the record that if he ever does publish a novel, I'll be first in line to buy it. He admits to having tried novel-writing and even a play and asserts that he does stink at fiction--but the guy's a drama critic, so how can we know he's not judging his own work too harshly?
Are you a novelist? Today at The Charis Connection, author Patricia Hickman asks, "When did you know?"
Ever the oddball, I was nearly 45 years old when I discovered to my utter amazement that I have a knack for novel-writing. If you're interested in knowing what brought that revelation about, pop over to this page of my website.
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