How does one write?

Skip over the obvious. We don't have to discuss the barnyard cluck to know how to cook an omelette.

In reconstructing this blog after a long period of dormancy that connected to my former work, which I obviously no longer do, I have tried to remember the reasons one actually DOES a blog. Nobody really ever reads it. Some of my best writing on the Fairfield 200 blog has been noticed by fewer than a dozen people -- and some them ought to actually care what has been written there.

Alas not my problem.

So how does one write?

According to people who try to sell us on the notion that anybody can publish a novel, it's essentially the principle of the primate being given a ream of paper and an IBM Selectric. The Selectric was one ba-dass typewriter, so a chimp would probably adapt fairly well.

I was driving home from work one night in a fog, literally, and was enveloped by the real fear that a werewolf might jump out onto the road. I'd hit the damned thing, just wound it ... and it would come scratching at my door with an agenda. We didn't have a lot of werewolves around town in those days, but some.

Forty years later, I wrote Pakwa.

Nobody has bought that book yet, which is a damned shame.

The fog I experienced the other day was not dissimilar, but the werewolf is in another county now.

I think.

That doesn't say very much about the question: How does one write?

Dunno ... ask the monkey. He probably has an agent.