Dale Woods

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One true sentence

Posted on February 4, 2019February 3, 2019

Ernest Hemingway had a lot of good advice for fiction writers. To begin writing he said, “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” And he demonstrated this with the first sentence of his novel A Farewell to Arms: “In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village ( more… )

Mama

Posted on January 28, 2019

Without intending to do so, My mama has provided an example of accomplshment that anyone could emulate. Bachelors degrees in English and Education and History. Taught for several years, and then got a nursing certification. Then studied to become a Registered Nurse and passed her state board exam at the ( more… )

Roth and Hemingway

Posted on January 25, 2019January 25, 2019

Let’s not compare the two.  They’re nothing alike.   Yes, I’m still reading American Pastoral. It’s not a quick read. Philip Roth won the Pulitzer Prize for American Pastoral.  His writing is very dense.  Nothing is left out.  He writes about a thing until there is nothing more to say ( more… )

It’s all in the telling

Posted on January 22, 2019January 21, 2019

About thirty-five years ago (meaning, about a dozen years after everyone else) I picked up one of James Herriot’s story books– All Creatures Great and Small, I think– to see what all the popularity was about. It was a book of short stories from his life as a vet caring ( more… )

Happy Birthday, Mama

Posted on January 21, 2019

My Mama is 95 years old today. She’s in the hospital. I hope she gets cake.

Things a boy should know

Posted on January 19, 2019January 19, 2019

Today Denise and I will go out to our little house in Eastern Oregon. We have a grandson named Joey with us. I will do some work on the house, and Denise will entertain Joey. Unless he wants to know about the tools I am using, and then I will ( more… )

currently reading

Posted on January 17, 2019January 16, 2019

American Pastoral by Philip Roth

Model trains

Posted on January 16, 2019January 15, 2019

A happy Brit named Alastair Lee has a website devoted to model trains and model railroad layouts. Every day subscribers to his site receive an email with pictures and video sent to him by model railroaders around the world. The miniature scenery, the tiny main streets and train stations, the ( more… )

Apropos of nothing

Posted on January 15, 2019January 14, 2019

I am right now three years younger than Robert Duvall was when he made Assassination Tango, one of my favorite movies. And he has appeared in nineteen movies since then. So, health permitting, I have a long career still ahead of me. I continue to accumulate notes for a next ( more… )

Write it down

Posted on January 14, 2019

If you’ve just remembered something long forgotten, something that’s been on the tip of your tongue or the back of your mind, write it down. Don’t tap the side of your head and say “I’ve got it all right up here.” During the process of revising my story through several ( more… )

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Grommet Hunter

My debut novel, Grommet Hunter, is a work of adult contemporary fiction, and is complete at 108,000 words.  I am currently seeking representation.

Dale Woods

A quote from Grommet Hunter:

There is something joyful and satisfying about ramming and ramming the square tip of a three-foot crowbar under the edge of something that needs to go away, and shoving on the crowbar, separating the old thing from the wall, grabbing with your gloved hand at the gap you’ve just created and dropping the crowbar, damn the clanging noise it makes when it hits the floor.  Then both gloved hands are on it and the thing you’re tearing out is shrieking and groaning but you have no pity and it hits the floor with a crash of defeat and what you have before you is a blank slate of a wall that could stand some patching.  And you will patch it of course you will.  But something new will go there.  Something that matches your creative vision.  That’s why I was there.  The shattered cabinets made a wretched pile in the back yard.  Like something a tornado might have dropped there.

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