I’m searching for an agent to represent my next novel, Blood Diamonds of the Lost Bazaar. The writing business is so brutal these days, that I’m looking for Agent-someone to help me. So, yesterday I queried 18–none from New York, deciding to query those agents in the next agent marathon. (I don’t know why I did it that way; maybe it’s a weird sort of psychotic grouping) Anyway, I spent several hours drafting the query letter, gathering agent addresses from Novel and Short Story Markets, addressing envelopes, etc. I needed to be writing, but here I was draining energy and time and spending a fortune in copies and postage–just to query. Ach!

In a used bookstore in 1998, I purchased Louis L’Amour’s Education of a Wandering Man. A great read. His remarks caused me to realize more than ever how travel or journeys or adventures can provide fodder for a writer’s stories. I was raised (I never grew up, I guess) in Dallas, Texas, and I had seen L’Amour’s books on the bookshelves of my parents, relatives, and other people we visited. He may have been the first popular author I ever knew about. I read several of his books at an early age, yet in 1998, the stories took on new meaning because I felt like I knew the man who wrote them.
L’Amour had one intersting habit he developed during those Depression years when he was hopping trains, traveling from one job to another. He kept lists of the books he read each year. I decided to imitate that practice, and my little book diary lists the books I’ve read every year since. It’s the closest I’ve come to keeping a diary or journal in any systematic way, and a good tool for my writing ideas and self-analysis. I think the book diary is also a legacy I can leave to my children. Maybe it will help them understand their somewhat mad, writer-father. More on this topic later.

I’m an English teacher. At last, the standardized testing is over. English teachers dread this time of year. The state mandates, plus the President’s “every child has a behind act” (I stole that from someone at a gifted symposium) take a heavy toll on teachers throughout Louisiana. Perhaps that is why we still refer to the Graduate Exit Exam (GEE) as the “LEAP” test–it is the time when teachers are tempted to “leap” from windows. At a rural, north Louisiana high school, I teach two classes of freshman honors, two gifted English classes, and two classes of regular students. I’ve also taught freshman composition at the university (University of Louisiana at Monroe) for eleven years. But, more on that later.

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