Now for something completely different

Anthony Zych

I like to write down, as you’ll have observed. For greater than 21 years, I’ve been banging out a number of gadgets per day, each single day, on this house.

What we write right here has restricted relevance. Post it sooner or later, and by the subsequent it does not actually matter as a result of there’s at all times something new to take its place. I wrote Playmakers partially to create something that may have a bit extra permanence than the continuous information cycle.

In 2020, I began messing round with fiction. Yes, I wrote a shitty sci-fi soccer novel a few years in the past, which in a bizarre type of approach led me into this enterprise within the first place. This time round, a mixture of some additional free time through the pandemic and a jolt of inspiration received issues going.

My father was a bookmaker within the small city the place I grew up. He was related to a broader crew, and my dad and mom did an excellent job of maintaining me sheltered from the realities of the issues they (not my dad, so far as I ever knew) did.

On the evening of my birthday in 2020, I had a really vivid dream about my dad and the issues he, and so they, could or could not have executed again within the Nineteen Seventies. It gave me an thought for a novel about small-town mob life. I began writing it the subsequent day.

One factor led to a different, and I’ve written six novels since then. I’m greater than midway by means of a seventh. I’ve received a couple of concepts for No. 8, No. 9, and No. 10. It’s evening after evening course of, with one or two hours of writing and re-writing and modifying and re-editing as a strategy to reset my mind for the subsequent day of regularly pondering and speaking and writing about soccer. I’ll end one, begin one other, tinker with a previous one, work on that one, begin one other one, with none actual plan or technique.

Last December, I wrote a Christmas novel. It was based mostly on an concept that had been rattling round inside my head for greater than a decade. Once I sat down and began the searching and pecking, the phrases and sentences and paragraphs and chapters flowed. It felt much less like I used to be writing the story and extra just like the story was writing itself.

So what within the hell do I do with this stuff? One factor I realized from the Playmakers expertise is that, even with a not-too-shabby advance from the writer, writing books will not change anybody’s life — with extraordinarily uncommon exceptions. And whereas I’d prefer to finally cobble collectively something that individuals will presumably learn and revel in after I’m useless and gone, I do not anticipate or want and even wish to make a penny from this pastime that has develop into a part of my each day routine.

The entire thought was to create something that individuals will learn and revel in. So why not simply let folks learn it, and presumably (in the event that they’re a bit drunk) take pleasure in it?

That’s what I’ll be doing, with the Christmas novel that principally wrote itself final 12 months. Officially, it is a Thanksgiving thanks to everybody who has supported what we do over time. Unofficially, it is an experiment to see whether or not anybody will learn these items and presumably (in the event that they’re a bit drunk) take pleasure in it.

The e-book is named On Our Way Home. If you like the vacation season, there is a first rate likelihood you will prefer it. If you will have handled the ache of shedding a beloved one, the story could resonate with you much more.

I’ll put up one chapter per day from Thanksgiving by means of Christmas. It has simply sufficient chapters to suit that 32-day window.

Give it a strive. Here’s Chapter One. Whether you prefer it or not, you are assured to get your cash’s value. And be at liberty to get a bit drunk earlier than beginning it.

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