Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, March 1, 2017, 10:45 a.m.
Sometimes a football team knows full well the importance of a game, and it knows it had better play well, and all the players tell themselves they’d better be ready and … sometimes themselves just don’t buy it.
The fans simplify. They talk among themselves, and say the coach didn’t have them ready, or all the lads were on drugs, or the quarterback threw the game instead of the ball, or all those things.
It’s just a lot more complicated, or a lot simpler, the latter being “they just didn’t play well.” No one knows why, least of all those responsible for the disappointing performance.
This isn’t a whodunit. You undoubtedly see this coming. I have telegraphed my pass.
Writing is like that.
Sometimes I tell myself I must write. Myself ain’t buying it.
I don’t consider this a block. It’s much better to rationalize. I have an inner sense of timing. My subconscious knows when it is time to proceed. I think about the coming chapter. I’ve written about this “mulling time” before. Something tells me:
Okay … go.
Something slept in this morning. So far, but it’s early. Not early in the morning, but early in the day. I wrote a chapter yesterday. The next novel is racing along. I know the course. I’m sixteen turns in now.
Why am I writing this? To get me going! I’ve already sipped coffee. I’ve already gone through emails. Nothing to see there. I’ve perused the social media. I’ve clicked on a few links. I’ve failed to cook breakfast because I don’t have anything left to go with eggs. I’ve made a quick trip to a drive-through. I’ve played guitar. I’ve checked the weather. I’ve watched part of a crummy movie because I thought the actress was beautiful.
I haven’t read a chapter of a book.
I’ve blogged, though.
And it’s time.
Chapter 17 …
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I’ve written five novels and a collection of short stories. I’ve also written a number of books about sports, mostly about NASCAR. You can find most of them here.
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My new novel is a western, Cowboys Come Home. Two World War II heroes come home from the Pacific to Texas.
I’ve written a crime novel about the corrosive effects of patronage and the rise and fall of a powerful politician and his dysfunctional family, Forgive Us Our Trespasses.
I’ve written about what happens to a football coach when he loses everything, Crazy of Natural Causes. It’s a fable of life’s absurdity.
I’ve written a tale of the Sixties in the South, centered on school integration and a high school football team, The Intangibles.
I’ve written a rollicking yarn about the feds trying to track down and manipulate a national hero who just happens to be a pot-smoking songwriter, The Audacity of Dope.
I’ve written a collection of 11 short stories, all derived from songs I wrote, Longer Songs.
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