I’m never happier than when I’m sitting outside on a sunny day, with my cigar and legal pad, with no awareness of time passing, writing one of my books. But before I can get there, first the book has got to be born.
That’s just so cool, when a dream grows into a book. I don’t map these out ahead, like I used to do, long ago, with my horror novels. I just go with whatever God gives me.
And I do enjoy the ride!
I like to rerun this post every now and then, if only to prove that my college education did, too, come in handy. How many Americans do you know who can write a parody of an Icelandic saga?
I do wish, though, I had a photo of the “Fried Carpet” sign displayed in the Tano Mall for several years. That the store stood between two restaurants only added to its luster. I mean, who wants fried clams when he can have fried carpet?
Enjoy this while you’ve got it–because take-offs on Icelandic sagas are few and far between.
I studied these intently in college, as I labored to become an expert on the politics of the Viking Age. I knew this knowledge would come in handy someday!