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Word of the Week…

I feel you dude… I feel you…

Indolence – noun
Avoidance of activity or exertion; laziness.
As in…” Taking Monday off seems to have encouraged indolence.”

Lancelot in the city. (or is it Galahad?)

It’s no secret that Raymond Chandler’s 1944 essay, The Simple Art of Murder laid out what is the foundation of modern crime fiction. It’s also no secret that Polanski, Towne, et al all but leveled that foundation 30 years later.

Yet, we still have space for heroes, and anti-heroes, who wade through our corrupt world to answer questions and right wrongs. Despite my fascination with the genre, I have always wondered what value, if any, does crime fiction still have, beyond plain good storytelling. I began to find clues in the works of Donald Goines, and Chester Himes and I want to pick up what they left behind.

That’s what I’m attempting to do with the John Burrey books. Besides telling a ripping yarn, and exploring this city that I love, I hope to create my own version of Chandler’s questing knight.

“He is a common man or he could not go among common people. He has a sense of character, or he would not know his job. He will take no man’s money dishonestly and no man’s insolence without a due and dispassionate revenge. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness. The story is his adventure in search of a hidden truth, and it would be no adventure if it did not happen to a man fit for adventure. He has a range of awareness that startles you, but it belongs to him by right, because it belongs to the world he lives in.”

Why I continue to write…or, Johnson’s Folly…

Where I defend my pursuit of writing fiction for a living despite evidence that I might be better off buying lottery tickets every week…

1. I’m still untested. While I’ve been writing for a long time, I have yet to put myself in front of the gatekeepers of publishing; the editors, and agents. There is a line of thinking that says without their stamp of approval, I am nothing more than a hobbyist. I’m not sure I buy into that, but I do feel like I have something to prove.

2. I have stories to tell, very interesting stories. My mind goes places that surprise me. Characters and scenarios unspool around me as if they were alive. What a waste it would be if I did not work to create them.

3. I have to. It’s that simple. When I write, I am more alive than when I do anything else. Anything. The energy that drives me to write becomes ugly and twisted when I don’t use it, and that is worse than any death I can imagine.

As far as the business of writing is concerned, I really don’t care so much. I would be very happy to spend the rest of my days quietly self publishing. And yet, I know I would regret not daring to step on to a bigger stage.

Why I continue to write…or, Johnson's Folly…

Where I defend my pursuit of writing fiction for a living despite evidence that I might be better off buying lottery tickets every week…

1. I’m still untested. While I’ve been writing for a long time, I have yet to put myself in front of the gatekeepers of publishing; the editors, and agents. There is a line of thinking that says without their stamp of approval, I am nothing more than a hobbyist. I’m not sure I buy into that, but I do feel like I have something to prove.

2. I have stories to tell, very interesting stories. My mind goes places that surprise me. Characters and scenarios unspool around me as if they were alive. What a waste it would be if I did not work to create them.

3. I have to. It’s that simple. When I write, I am more alive than when I do anything else. Anything. The energy that drives me to write becomes ugly and twisted when I don’t use it, and that is worse than any death I can imagine.

As far as the business of writing is concerned, I really don’t care so much. I would be very happy to spend the rest of my days quietly self publishing. And yet, I know I would regret not daring to step on to a bigger stage.