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Bragging Rights …

November 27, 2012

My Readers Favorite Gold Medal         My Lovely Bride

I hesitated to begin writing this post. I seems like far too much self-aggrandizement for me to continue talking about winning awards for my writing. I actually did win an award, but shouldn’t someone else be trumpeting the news?

Then it dawned on me it had been a week and no one was exactly wearing ruts in the lawn seeking an interview (not that I expected them to … but I thought a little bit of interest would have been nice, in a kind of self-important, narcissistic way).

After ten days I realized it was useless to leave the porch light on … no one was coming except the postman (bringing sale papers and bills); and he comes in the afternoon with no need to light his way.

So, I’ll spend one more moment trying to toot this horn myself … but only a moment. I’ve got writing to do.

On Saturday, November 17, 2012, at the Regency Hotel in Miami, I accepted my 2012 Readers Favorite Gold Medal for Reichold Street. Along with two of my three sons and an enchanting young lady named Kiira Leess, my lovely bride of forty-two years was there beside me.

There, that’s done!

I don’t know about you, but I certainly feel better.

In the Beginning …

November 6, 2012

Morning Paper – Article © R.L. Herron

I know a lot of people are enthralled with political trash-talking (and an occasional good debate), but I’ve become bored silly by it all. I’m also worn out with all the robo-calls political PACs have paid for this year. I can’t begin to recall how many I’ve hung-up on already.

Their calls are wasted on me. I decided long ago which side was credible and which was on the side of big-money special interests. Don’t worry, I won’t go into it here. That’s not what this about.

I’m not what you would call a television person anyway, so the 24/7 political babble has given me a lot of time to write … and when I’m not writing, I read. I just finished re-reading the very interesting Stephen King book, “On Writing – A Memoir of the Craft.”

For those of you who might not have picked it up, it’s not your typical King book. It’s not about monsters and horrors and other strange things … other than the ones he writes about in his own life.

He gives a fairly straightforward accounting of his life from a young age, and how he came to the craft of writing. He also talks candidly about some of his own demons.

Then he dives into the heart of the book. How to convincingly write … anything. It’s one of the most interesting books about the craft I’ve ever read.

Reading it again (this must be the third time), I started thinking of my own reading and writing history. I don’t have the same demons, thank goodness, but we all have them in some form or another, don’t we?

Even if they’re all a little different, as King points out, it’s those universal memories we draw upon when we write.

A good writer is honest with himself first and writes to show human emotions, not just describe them. If we’re good (and sometimes very lucky), we can portray those emotions; happy times as well as the sorrow, doubt, fear and angst, well enough within our fiction to make someone else nod in comprehension.

I’d like to write like that.

As I get ready to attend the 2012 Readers Favorite Awards during the International Book Fair in Miami later this month, I’m hoping to meet some new authors who will enchant me with their abilities to write like that, too.

I’ve always been an avid reader. In my memory it seems I was about the age of the toddler above when I started, although I know well enough that memory can’t be true.

Still, I know I started early … and long before I graduated from comic books I was writing stories of my own. They weren’t particularly good; that memory is clear, unfortunately, but it seems I’ve been writing as long as I’ve been reading.

In fact, I was trying to remember when I first learned to read, when I came across the image above … and it made me smile.

If you have a moment to spare, please check out the book trailer below for my third book, “Tinker and Other Stories.”

Then, if you have another minute, please tell me what you think of this one! It’s not what it appears to be.


What Am I Waiting For?

July 16, 2012

“The Mailbox” © R.L. Herron

I took this picture of a rural mailbox some time ago. I’ve used it before, but it seemed somehow appropriate to use it again today. Why? Because I’ve just been sitting around, waiting, as if there were something coming in the mail I didn’t want to miss.

This morning I couldn’t have told you what it was I might be waiting for. Not even if you held a hot poker to my face and threatened to brand me. I honest-to-God didn’t know what it could be.

I thought perhaps it was that elusive noun called “inspiration” I was trying to find, now that the nine-to-five routine is behind me and I’ve taken to writing full time. But that wasn’t it. My mind is full of stories.

I published my debut novel last March, and completed two different short story collections in May. I tell everyone I’m working on my next novel, but my normal writing routine of a thousand words a day is woefully behind schedule.

For the past two months I’ve been trying to figure out how to get some positive marketing out for those first books. How to drive traffic to this blog or to my web site, Broken Glass. Despite being in advertising and marketing for all those years, it’s hard work.

On the plus side, my novel, “Reichold Street” is one of the finalists for the 2012 Readers Favorite Award and I’ll be heading to the Miami International Book Fair for the ceremony this fall.

I’d much rather be writing, not that it’s easier. It isn’t. It’s damn hard work. It’s just more fulfilling. Not writing feels like giving up. And, as I rediscovered talking to one of my blog followers today, it’s something I promised not to do.

So, I’m headed back to the keyboard for a while to catch up with the number of words I should have cranked out by now. Thanks again for the reminder, Pop.

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