Since the WriteByNight Book Club usually divides a book into three parts, but Lüc’s book was already divided up into parts one and two, we’re doing something a little different this week. I asked Lüc a few questions about life, the universe and everything, and he shot back a few answers. Here’s a little Q&A with the author of The Drunk Diet himself, Lüc Carl.
Q: Have you always had the umlaut in your name? Or is this your pen name, signifying true metal devotion?
A: I stole it from ZZ Top’s sixth record, Degüello, which is the first rock ‘n’ roll record I ever discovered. The story is in the book. (pg. 18-20)
It’s never too late to join in on the conversation. Grab a copy of this month’s book to catch up, or leave a comment here expressing your interest in joining us for future discussion. May’s Book Club selection is Gary Shteyngart’s Super Sad True Love Story, so grab a copy now and get crackin’! DD)
Okay, first things first: the squirrel episode was hilarious, wasn’t it? Even though it had nothing to do with getting in shape, you were laughing out loud. I look forward to reading more of those moments in future Lüc Carl books. Seriously, I bet he’s got a lot of hilarious stories. He could be the new David Sedaris, only with fouler language.
In part 2, Lüc looks to modify his exercise regimen. Or, more correctly, he actually starts working out. I enjoyed reading about his successes and failures, especially since I see lots of people “half-assing it” at my gym and wonder what they think they’re actually doing. I mean, waving some 5-pound weights around isn’t going to firm up those arms, dear. It’s not a magic wand; that’s why they call it WORKING out. And don’t even get me started on some of those baffling machines that will do nothing whatsoever. read more
It’s never too late to join in on the conversation. Grab a copy of this month’s book to catch up, or leave a comment here expressing your interest in joining us for future discussion. DD)
Lüc Carl loves rock ‘n’ roll, and so do I, so I can sympathize with his desire to keep rockin’ even as he decides to get in shape. Like I said to Justine when I proposed reading this book with the book club, I think writers and bartenders share a lot of similarities. For instance, both groups tend to be:
- Night owls
- Slowly farming our asses while we’re doing our jobs
- In love with AC/DC
Oh, wait, maybe that last one’s just me. Feel free to insert your favorite hard rockers here.
As Carl notes, we’re creatures of habit and we like things that are bad for us, perhaps because we don’t entirely realize they’re bad for us. I totally understand where he’s coming from when he said he’s from the Midwest, which is all about eating meat and potatoes and cheese, and figuring vegetables are weird because they come from a can. That was certainly my childhood experience, and it’s taken a long time to make peace with vegetables since they were always mushy or served in particularly unappetizing ways. I mean, slathering Velveeta on fuzzy, overcooked string beans that still have strings in them is not going to make them taste any better, am I right? read more
Why give your book away for free? You’ve spent a lot of time and effort creating it; someone should pay you for your hard work, right? I mean, you’re not writing purely for the love of the craft, though that’s part of the fun of it. If you write for a living, you want to get paid. It’s not an unreasonable request. So who on earth would I suggest you give your book away? read more
My professional website, Buttontapper.com, contains a contact form that allows potential clients to email me with questions, queries and requests for my rates. Unfortunately, I also get all manner of tire-kickers wasting my time with emails that have clearly not been well thought out before pressing “Send.” For instance, the latest was from a chap looking for a ghostwriter, who sent me an email something like this:
I would like you to read my 7,000-word manuscript, which mainly consists of gobbledygook, stock dialog, flat characters, and an incomprehensible plot line read more
While many of us like to point to the positive inspiration we’ve received from reading great authors whose books we strive to emulate, I think the truth is sometimes a little less glamorous. I certainly aspire to write as eloquently (and outlandishly) as my literary heroes Leonard Cohen, Salman Rushdie and Jeanette Winterson, but I also know that if I am being completely honest, much of my inspiration comes from life’s little irritations.
Take, for example, a recent letter I received from my mother-in-law. read more
This is the gist of an actual note I received from a would-be submitter to my literary magazine, Black Heart, last week:
I don’t like having to use submissions systems. Logging in and having to remember passwords is a waste of time. Why are you making me jump through all these hoops? You are a bad editor, and I hate you. Will you read my work and publish it?
The actual note resembles the ramblings of a doddering old man, someone who has recently learned to work a computer after many years of typing things on a Royal Quiet De Luxe typewriter, and who is crotchety about these “newfangled contraptions” we all use to communicate in the 21st century.
While I exaggerate for effect, I feel I must make an important point to would-be authors submitting manuscripts for editorial consideration:
PISSING OFF THE EDITOR WILL NEVER WORK IN YOUR FAVOR read more