Before I unload here, I just want to state the obviousâ€”My job is fantastic. I love writing books, and I recognize I could be digging ditches, making Big Macs, babysitting, working as a male prostitute, selling used CDs, so on and so on.
That said …
At certain times, researching a book can define tedium. Tonight I am sitting in a diner, going day by day through the 1980 NFL season. Daaaaaaaaaaay by daaaaaaaaaaay. Practices, injury lists, point spreads, highs, lows. It’s extremely boring, and I find myself kept alive solely by the warm apple pie (with a scoop of vanilla ice cream) that should be landing on my table momentarily.
I love researching, because I love finding stuff. But sometimes it’s just plain dull. And long. Like a walk across America through quicksand. That said, what’s the alternative? I suppose I could spend some dough and hire someone to do all this for me. But that’d feel like cheating, and I also think it’d be counterproductive. The more digging I do on my own, the more I’ll retain when it’s time to write. That’s extremely importantâ€”having this bank of recollected knowledge at your disposal when you finally sit down and begin churning out pages.
Anyhow, back to Oct. 25, 1980 … EAGLES LET GILLMAN WING IT