The Flynn Connection to The French Connection

One of Hemingway’s six-toed cats, daring you to type.

I’m well into the first draft of a book that’s going to kill me, unless I kill it first. Masculine approach to writing, I know. I don’t go at it like that every day. Yesterday evening I worked on putting up corkboard for index cards, arranging colored markers, printing out pictures of places … Very analog, let’s get along, playful, not the angry Hemingway pounding the typewriter approach to writing.

Although – to be briefly tangential – I have a typewriter in my analog section of the writing room. But that’s another post. Back to the topic.