Clay Reston stays in shape by jumping to conclusions. He has been a writer for decades, becoming known first for cryptic notes passed around classrooms and then for his creative use of checks to obtain the funds to support his YooHoo habit. He used to be taller and thinner.
Tell us about your book:
The author returns to his hometown to document the early years of its most famous son. From vengeful birds and okra to the milk dancing and the final concert debacle, Woolstock secures its reputation as a good place to be from as soon as you’re old enough and able. And you never, ever go back…
How long did it take to write the book?
About six weeks of spare time effort
What inspired you to write the book?
Nothing in particular
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
No research and no routine. I just started with a blank page each time and wrote until I had more than 1000 words. I don’t understand the process at all. I didn’t even think I could create fiction.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
I hope they laugh a lot. That’s all.
Where can we go to buy your book?
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/300020 And, in a week or so, all major online ebook retailers.
Excerpt from book:
There was the big tree coming up on the left. “The Big Tree”. As landmarks go, it wasn’t much. It was only a tree, and, compared to others around it, I suppose it was big enough. Someone once suggested calling Woolstock “The Big Tree City”. But it wasn’t a city, and the residents could never agree on anything anyway. That poor civic-minded fellow left under cover of darkness, and no one heard another word from or about him.
Darkness… That’s the image I remembered. There were no streetlights. It was pitch black at night, unless you count the few places where somebody was up and doing something. They kept to themselves for the most part, because they didn’t like each other all that much to start with.
You won’t find Woolstock on many maps. It may be an oversight, and it may be that there’s really no point in going there. I wouldn’t call it “quaint”, because the term carries positive implications that would be misleading. And, to be honest, quite a few of the locals wouldn’t know the meaning of the word and fisticuffs could ensue. So it’s best to leave things as they are.