This writer's life

So it's Friday night again, and I'm in my usual spot, sitting here in my office chair waiting on pages.

This week, I'm reading Pete Hamill's novel "Loving Women" during the dead periods. I found the book at the library downtown today while doing research for a column.

I think if I could wave a magic wand, I'd somehow absorb Hamill's talent. He's A No. 1, king of the hill, to quote that song about the city he loves so much.

Good writing is nearly as sweet as good music, maybe better. Bad writing, on the other hand, is a bit like modern jazz. The whole thing sounds like a train wreck.

OK, gotta go. Judy has just brought me more pages.

What a life this writer leads, huh?