Gorgeous, beautiful, sunny day outside yesterday–and it found me without a book to write. In my defense, it had been raining four days in a row.
One of the things I’ve learned to do as a writer is to do whatever dadburned thing my instincts tell me to do, even if I can see no reason for it. Sometimes that’s how a new book gets started.
Yesterday and today my unerring writer’s instinct has been nagging me to re-read Tarzan and the Leopard Men. Why? Search me. As Tarzan books go, there’s nothing special about it. There is so clearly no reason for reading this, that there must be one, somewhere.
Looks like it’s going to rain soon, so let me fire up a cigar and get out there to start Tarzan and the Leopard Men. It does sound kind of zany, doesn’t it?
I promise to let you know if anything comes of it.