Desert rain. Fat warm drops, with all the patience in the world.

When I hear new(ish) writers say if they don’t make it by a certain age–35, say–I think of all the writers who made it long past that point. It may not be what you want, but success does happen on it’s own time.

I’m reading Writing at Risk, a collection of interviews, and came across Nathalie Sarraute who had her first bestseller, Childhood, at 83. So there’s hope, right?

Another interview with novelist Elizabeth Cox, who’s married to Michael Curtis, the Atlantic Monthly‘s fiction editor. Interesting what she says about how listening to music has taught her about structure.

You can imagine being at a true river with rocks and water if you send your eyes a certain way. I finished reading Carolyn See’s The Handyman, for the second time, and loved it more than the first (when it came out in ’99).

This is my day, now, 1:30. One hundred and six degrees, swimming pools, Lazy Rivers. I’m upstairs now, still damp and fooling with words, reading a little, fooling some more, while Brian and Travis just below cruise around the Lazy River playing catch.

And here it is, at 6:30 in the morning:

Amusing article in today’s Los Angeles Times.

Debbie Keith interviews Adele Slaugther and Jeff Kober , authors of Art That Pays and Raleigh Pinskey, author of 101 Ways to Promote Yourself.

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(Broadcast date: Oct 06, 2005)