When I take a look at some of the things I written, blogged, Tweeted, etc. over the past four months regarding my latest fiction project, The Gray Summer, a lot of it was about setting up the blog, the Web site, and so on…
Funny enough, there was very little mention of the story itself.
And then, a couple of weeks ago, I did something I haven’t done in almost 10 years. I resurrected Teed Off, the sports column I wrote in print and online for several years in the 90s, as a new sports blog. Sure, the world is full of sports blogs. But then again, the world is full of novels, too, aren’t there?
However, with the re-boot of Teed Off came a question I haven’t asked myself in the two years in trying to promote Flagrant Foul and my other fiction: What am I really? I can’t deny that I am a writer, through and through. In fact, I haven’t really stopped writing in two years.
But what have I been writing? Blog posts, sports articles, forum posts. As for fiction? Not so much.
I know that different writers operate in their own ways. I came from the school of deadlines and punchy copy. Does that translate into fiction? I can’t really say, but I don’t know too many authors who get inspired under deadlines.
So, as much as I’d like to unveil The Gray Summer on April 15th, I don’t think I will. It’s not time, and it may never be time. But that’s for me to decide.
Of course, you won’t keep me from writing. As a result, it looks like Bob McDonald the blogger beats out Bob McDonald the author.