They never die, and not should they. Thank you for this post…

THE LITERARY MAN

Woke up this morning, cranked through the final few pages, and, with much fear and excitement, wrote the final line of a novel. Not just any novel, mind you, but an old, old friend I first started more than 10 years ago, while toiling away in a workshop at Vanderbilt University under the tutelage of Tony Earley, John Halperin, and Lorraine Lopez. How was that first draft so many years ago? Terrible. Ugly. Melodramatic. But forever special and enduring because it was the first draft of the very first novel (for me, anyway).

After that first love (er, draft), there were other lovers (er, attempted novels) that came and went, occupied my mind, took years of effort and ultimately died on the drawing-room floor, and, though one of those novels (THE DISTRICT OF CAMELOT, the Literary Man’s CU MFA thesis) still might make it into the literary world alive, kicking…

View original post 274 more words