Fiction (no full books-just snippets)
It occurs to me that writing non-fiction is boring, There’s only so much of Heminway’s drunken escapades that I can stand. Grisham is awesome, but how much true-to-life can a person find in something like A Painted House? No, leave me in the capable yarn spinning hands of Steinbeck’s turn-of-phrase. Capote and his mental brilliance. And when the energy just isn’t there to digest something heavy, give me a good Jack Reacher ass-kicker. I haven’t embraced my desire to write fiction near as much as I should have, always putting it off to, “one day I will.” Truth be told, that day hasn’t appeared yet.