It’s a strange concept. But one that comes up frequently in literature. Man and woman meet for the first time and they are destined to fall in love, instantly hopeless and head-over-heels for one another. When I decided to put a love-at-first-sight moment in my own novel, I went back to some of my favorite books to see how other exceptional writers dealt with the subject. I wanted to understand how to make the sparks fly between my own characters Walt and Vera.
I plan on writing about this in much greater detail in my forthcoming manifesto, but I believe self-published books don’t deserve the stigma that comes with being self-published. From what I’ve seen, the major difference between self-published books and traditionally published books has nothing to do with the stories or the quality of the writing and everything to do with the behind the scenes publishing that happens.
I don’t remember exactly when I fell in love with books. I remember laying in bed with my grandmother, listening to her read to me. I remember sitting in the grass in our backyard reading the Little House series, being so wrapped up in the world Laura Ingalls Wilder created that I forgot everything around me. I remember the first time I stepped into a Borders, the smell of the coffee and freshly printed books overwhelming me so much that if I close my eyes I can still remember that smell exactly.
Books have been the one constant in my life. When things got crazy, I could always hide in a book. When I needed the answer to a burning question, someone out there had the answer for me, neatly typed and easy to access.
One word to summarize SXSW 2013? Exhausting. It was a year of long lines and big crowds. I know Interactive grew by 25% from last year. Who knows how many more people came for the music? I know it was a lot.
Last year I did Interactive and then bought a music wristband, and I felt like I was going to die by the end. So this year I did the sensible thing and only got a wristband. And felt like I was going to die by the end. It is a week of constant standing, moving, drinking. And more drinking. With some greasy pizza and tacos thrown in on top of the rum and the four hours of sleep, just to make everything a little more painful. The morning parties certainly helped. Free tacos and mimosas along with some pretty awesome bands playing in the back yard is not a bad way to start the day.