Okay, gang, if you don’t know who Lawrence Block is, let me simply say you have a lot of wonderful reading to catch up on. And I hope you do. His newest Mathew Scudder book is just flat fantastic.
Now like me, he’s been around a long time, longer than me, actually, by a decade or so. And he makes me look like I can’t write. And I’m fine with that, honestly. I hope to some day be as good as he is.
I have met him a number of times, but I am certain he has zero memory of meeting me, since I could hardly stammer out a word. (Yup, even writers have fan moments.)
Actually, I sat beside him for about three hours at a Edgar Awards dinner and ceremony a number of years back and couldn’t manage to say anything either. I was the spouse of Kris, who was up for an Edgar and we were sitting at the Ellery Queen table. He was friendly, I said I was glad to meet him, and even though at that point I had over eighty novels published, I felt like a kid sitting next to him and couldn’t say a word. He just thought I was some poor husband who had been dragged to a stupid dinner. Little did he know I could barely choke down my salad because he was sitting RIGHT BESIDE ME for heaven’s sake.
So as you can tell, I have fantastic respect for Lawrence Block and now I must thank John Locke for getting Lawrence Block to blog. He says how in his most recent blog.
Trust me, folks, it is worth reading. Go, now, read.