I’m going through a patch of writer’s block. Nothing I write seems to be interesting (including this post, no doubt). I have fifty pages that I like and I know where I want to go; I just can’t seem to write the bridge to take me across the literary chasm. My characters have grown impatient and restless and have started to move off to other pursuits.
So to help me I listened last week to Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. I recommend it to all wannabe writers. One of the things he talks about is his near death experience when in 1999 a reckless driver struck him while he walked along the right shoulder of Route 5 in Maine. On 19 June 1999, Brian Smith hit Stephen King with his van because Smith was distracted by his rotweiller nosing into a cooler filled with meat. You can’t make this stuff up.
I’ve thought about writing a scenario for my protagonist where he has to do some undercover work. Some reviewers on YouWriteOn.com have told me that a forester carrying a gun sounds far-fetched. California State Park Rangers started carrying guns about 30 years ago (if memory serves). I had one issued to me for about that long. If you wear a uniform and have to enforce laws in remote places where people are and dope is grown or cooked. … Well, let’s just say it goes with the territory.
Still, I don’t think I could write an undercover scenario as odd as Takin’ Bacon that Lee Lofland wrote on the Lipstick Chronicles.