(Picture from Red Fish Lake, Idaho)
I want to write a beach read. I know. Very embarrassing. Everyone wants to write the great American novel. High-brow. Me, I just read three books related to the Great Gatsby. That is on top of reading Hemingway’s wife (a very good book by the way). Yet, I think the great beach read is the unsung hero. I love Beatriz Williams who wrote The Secret Life of Violet Grant. What is more satisfying than knowing thousands of people have downloaded or purchased your book and it is ensconced in their beach bag. It is true. It may not expose the travesties of the times as To Kill a Mockingbird did or even capture a generation as Catcher in the Rye did. But enjoyment is an end in and of itself. And writing something that people enjoy would be an accomplishment. Because really, couldn’t we all get a little more enjoyment in life. Bombarded by talk radio and twitter tirades, a little brain sorbet may be something we could all get into. I plan to try and write something that fits that bill. Maybe it is awful. But I do this with good intention. 1000 words a day here I come.
Adventures in LuLu 