I don’t spend much time reading these days as I’m too busy writing until I have no fingerprints in hopes that I will create something worthwhile. The last book I read was Advanced Screenwriting by Linda Seger. It’s about advanced screenwriting if you were wondering. I have read many how-to books about the right way to write a screenplay. They are all different, they all use different terminology and they all have their own wonderfully unique ways of saying that I’d be better off spending my time in night school to become a dental assistant. I am, as usual, over-dramatizing. But the message is clear: unless you have come up with a way to channel Billy Wilder, you’re pretty much screwed. But for some unforeseen reason, the powers that be have bestowed up on me the character flaw of always choosing the hardest path. Damn.
But enough about me. Today I started a new book and it’s not about screenwriting. It is called A Round-Heeled Woman: My Late-Life Adventures in Sex and Romance by Jane Juska. I read a review in a magazine the name of which I don’t recall (but it wasn’t US Weekly or People) while I was getting a pedicure by a lovely Vietnamese man who wanted to know if I had any “big plans” for the evening. As soon as I read the title, I was hooked. After I read the actual review, I rushed home and bought 6 copies. I plan on devouring my copy before dinnertime. The other 5 will be doled out to some of my dearest friends. You know who you are!
As an aspiring writer, I know you gotta grab the reader by the short hairs right up front. To put an exclamation point on that theory, I will share with you the opening of the book:
Do You think you’re a nymphomaniac?” Bill wants to know. We sit on my couch close enough for him to grab me should I offer the right answer. Bill obviously thinks there is a strong possibility, and inches closer. He is an attractive man of sixty-one, six years younger than I.
I love you Jane Juska.