Thomas N. Trosin, CF, CTF, CJF

And while Price is at a Willie Nelson concert this weekend, I can write with out the fear of repercussion.

Part II isn't coming out like I want it to. It has been tougher to write than I thought. Keith Hossman warned me about this. He was a television writer I used to shoe for. He was pretty good at giving me advice about writing back in the day. I told him like I used to tell another blogger I know that they should write a sweeping romance novel. Both told me "no, that's not what I do."

I never figured that out, being an amateur writer I guess I don't get it. Both of these people talked in such romantic tones about their horses, I couldn't figure out why they couldn't relate it to a person. A few years later I listened to a sketch on "A prairie home companion" and figured it out. It's an English major thing and since I didn't finish college, much less major in English, it's no longer any of my business.

One time when I was talking to Baxter Black, he told me the line from his book "Hey cowboy, want to get lucky?" (a great read btw) "Riding a saddle bronc is a lot like playing guitar, really easy to do poorly and really hard to do well." He added writing and I added horseshoeing and we both agreed. It was kind of cool. I only know one other writer who had actually made money writing, but it's horror, so I have never read any of his books.

The toughest thing about writing for me is the feeling that I am not getting my point across. I have asked Price for his opinion about this but he's not been much help in that aspect, his position is that of "nuts and bolts" man. Periods, commas, semicolons, and spelling. So I wander haplessly in to the abyss, to take my lumps, groping for the right words to express what I want and hearing A. B. Pearson's words "we're all the hero in our own story," and hitting the backspace button when I think the words I write are overloading my ass, hoping to do a little better with each post. Fran's fault, she encourages me, wait that makes one more writer I know.

Labels: Bax, Fran Jurga, Garrison, Scary Harry, Willie