Eric Mayer

I didn't intend to concentrate solely on writing when I started to blog. I don't consider myself an expert author. My one attempt to teach a writing course turned out to be one of the biggest fiascos of my life, which is going some. What I wanted, from a blog, was a place where I could be self-indulgent, just jot down whatever was on my mind. The heck with grammar, let alone authorship.

There's a problem with trying to write for publication in that writing becomes less your buddy and more your boss. You have a hard time feeling quite as at ease with it. You can't bring yourself to just hang around dangling your participles. Or I can't.

Recently, as it's turned out, my mind has mostly been on writing. Which tends to happen when I'm deep into some project. When I get in that state, I see the world through an authorial filter. Hence, blog after blog about writing. I reckon in another 5 days I'll not only have said everything I know about writing but everything I think I know.

So I resolved today, to relax a bit, and get my mind off writing, I wouldn't even make an attempt to find a good ending.

Eric Mayer Byzantine Blog Probably the only vaguely interesting thing about me is that with my wife, Mary Reed, I co-author the John the Eunuch mystery series set in sixth century Constantinople. But that doesn't stop me from dwelling here on the boring minutiae of the rest of my life, present and past, along with the occasional word about writing.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) Eric's Website Poisoned Pen Press There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to. --Michel de Montaigne		2005-02-12 10:24 AM Too Much Writing I didn't intend to concentrate solely on writing when I started to blog. I don't consider myself an expert author. My one attempt to teach a writing course turned out to be one of the biggest fiascos of my life, which is going some. What I wanted, from a blog, was a place where I could be self-indulgent, just jot down whatever was on my mind. The heck with grammar, let alone authorship. There's a problem with trying to write for publication in that writing becomes less your buddy and more your boss. You have a hard time feeling quite as at ease with it. You can't bring yourself to just hang around dangling your participles. Or I can't. Recently, as it's turned out, my mind has mostly been on writing. Which tends to happen when I'm deep into some project. When I get in that state, I see the world through an authorial filter. Hence, blog after blog about writing. I reckon in another 5 days I'll not only have said everything I know about writing but everything I think I know. So I resolved today, to relax a bit, and get my mind off writing, I wouldn't even make an attempt to find a good ending. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top