Secret Writing Advice and the Electrocution of Cory
December 7, 2011 § 19 Comments
My friends Cory and Ro came to Santa Barbara for the weekend. As Cory lounged in my hot tub and we philosophized in a haze of steam while clutching cold Coronas, he mentioned that perhaps a young writer would come to my blog for writing advice and find instead the glittering shards of my debacle of a life. This sounded vaguely like criticism, so I dropped a vintage 1938 Zenith radio in the hot tub, electrocuting him immediately. As the paramedics applied paddles to Cory’s blue body sprawled out in the grass and he kissed the lucent brow of the grandmother he hadn’t seen in twenty-eight years, I contemplated his last words. It’s partly because as a marketer I want to draw as many people to my blog, and I’m not sure the subject of gerunds brings the moths to the flame. Also, some of the best writers in the country read this blog. How do I presume to give them advice? So I have compromised and started a page of secret writing tips you can visit if you like. Disclaimer: I am not sure any of this works, or even what I’m talking about. Thank you, Cory (I look skyward). Ro’s haunting rendition of In the Arms of The Angels with an Indian accent at your service left not a dry eye in the bar.