I think the people of the little drive-in here in Sick City think I'm a celebrity. Apparently, the word is out here in town that I am a writer. I'm not sure how, though. I wish I had asked the woman who approached me about it this evening. I would like to have known who she had heard the news from.
Anyway. For those of you who still watch this blog with great anticipation, I should inform you that I am no longer working on any novels at this time. I took another job a while ago, and as per my personal promise of several years, I will never work two jobs at once. And, yes, I consider writing a job. Like I told the drive-in woman tonight, I'm not Steven King, I do not write in my "spare" time.
I should also point out that if you have always wanted to write, just do it. It's a lot easier when you start.
That reminds me, I baby-sat some of my nieces and nephews recently, and one of my nephews showed up with a book he is writing. It was totally awesome to read what he had. Though I was unable to discern just where the story was going, I have to admit that his dialog was perfection. I often wish that I could write dialog that good. I guess he reads a lot, that's where you learn how to write.
Unless you're lucky enough to be born with the skill, like me. ;-)