Tripio The Novel

How I found my mind, brewed some coffee, and learned to write novels.

                                    “I’m sittin’ in first class and they can all kiss my ass, ‘cuase I’m goin’ back baby, back outta world.”           Terry Allen & The Panhandle Mystery Band – Back Out Of The World – 1987 album – Amerasia       In Tripio, Jay is writing his first novel. It is a road book. One of Jay’s literary …

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“Don’t translate, answer.” Those were the instruction from my Russian professor in college. He wanted his students to answer his questions posed in Russian as responses, not having taken the extra step to translate from Russian to English to Russian to answer. I have something similar in mind with the thoughts I’m listing below. They …

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                  WE SUFFER MORE IN THE IMAGINATION THAN WE DO IN REALITY                                                         -Seneca Sure, but he didn’t live in my neighborhood. Actually my neighborhood rocks. It is a throwback to before the time when houses were built around garages that swallow up neighbors. Neighbors that I have experienced take your kids to school in …

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 I feel like I’ve hit a wall. Not creatively. That doesn’t really happen to me. As I say repeatedly, I do most of my writing away from this keyboard. In fact, I have spent the last two days “writing”the next story for my Altonstreet & Philpatrick series. These stories are in line to be novelized …

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A red apron recipe-practices to put your mind in writing shape This year I celebrated New Year’s Day on my yoga mat in my garage. That is what I have been doing for the last several years now. If you are a little confused, I will be happy to explain. It not about the calendar. …

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     A troubling thing has been happening since I published Tripio. I have been getting asked quite a bit the question: “What is a tripio?”       This question was first asked me at a class on memoir writing at the Indiana Writers Center. No one in the class with me knew what a tripio was. It hadn’t …

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Yesterday morning at this time my backside was here. I was revising, rewriting, reworking -you name it- my second novel, “Back outta the World”. This morning, I am using that very same backside to sit in the same chair and use the same keyboard. However that exact backside now proudly supports a novelist. Since you …

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