What sounds like just another chemistry joke (and we all know how hilarious THEY are) is actually the clearest distillation (see what I did there? Yeah, the whole post is like that, sorry) of how I see myself as a writer. I’ll explain.
Recently for my Creative Writing class I had to write a short story for the class to critique. We were given several weeks to do this, but I actually had an outline by the time class was done, and when I went home that night, I wrote in one long stream—of-consciousness session - a perfectly-formed 11,500 word short story entitled ‘Barstow’. I didn’t need to stop and think about it. I didn’t need to wonder about character names, or motivations, or plots.
It just appeared to me, as if by magic.Except that as writers, we make our own magic.
I’ll continue to explain.
I’ve been researching for a new novel called Nomad. It’s about a motorcycle gang in Arizona in the early 1970s. As research, I’ve been deeply submerged in biker culture and mythology for a couple of weeks, reading pretty much anything I could get my hands on. I particularly recommend Sonny Barger’s autobiography, ‘Hell’s Angel: The Life and Times of Sonny Barger.’ He was the founder and president of the Oakland charter and is still a member in good standing. You might know him without realizing it if you wat