The next time you begin conceptualizing your crime story's villain, don't be afraid to mine your own feelings. Down deep, below the surface. It's where the motherlode of characterization, and all the narrative gold that results, lies hidden.
This morning's edition reminded me of the great Steely Dan tune "Hey Nineteen": "Hey Nineteen, that's 'Retha Franklin/She don't remember the queen of soul ...." Every cultural reference I made fell on uncomprehending ears.
Fred Kaplan's enlivening 1959: The Year Everything Changed, argues that the '50s -- a decade that saw the invention of the microchip and the creation of explosive art -- has been misunderstood in hindsight.
A famousauthor once told me, "Don't ever believe a writer who says they don't read their own press clippings." Likewise, don't trust a blogger who tells you they don't care how many people read their posts.
In its finale, Supernatural delivered not only one of the finest hours of network television of 2010, but it also supplied one of the most intellectually and satisfying closures any sci-fi or horror series ever broadcast.