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Robert Daley
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From the introduction to the author’s memoir, available on Kindle and The Nook called: “Writing on the Edge: The Ups and Downs of a Freelance Career”
“Most writers spend their lives locked in small rooms typing. I refused to live like that. Throughout I have tried to manage my career in a different way, call it my way, if you like. Not many professional writers can say this. Year after year I chose to plunge down every road that opened before me, often heedlessly, plunged into the police world, the pro football world, the worlds of bull fighting, opera, grand prix racing, wine, treasure diving, the world of foreign correspondents, plunged all the way to the end if possible, where I stood around gawking for a time, then wrote as accurately as I could, whether in fiction or non-fiction about what I had found. There is a price exacted of those who ignore traffic signs. I paid it in fear, defeat, humiliation, even in lawsuits. Other times I reaped an incredible profusion of excitement and delight—money too, for I became what counts as a rich writer. I had to do it my way to keep my enthusiasm high, had to keep discovering new worlds, new people, for otherwise writing is hard, hard, hard, sometimes impossible. There were so many strange doors out there, all of them strangely ajar, at least to a writer. One had only to lean a little and they would open and whatever was behind them would be revealed. It’s all in this book. This is my story.”
“Most writers spend their lives locked in small rooms typing. I refused to live like that. Throughout I have tried to manage my career in a different way, call it my way, if you like. Not many professional writers can say this. Year after year I chose to plunge down every road that opened before me, often heedlessly, plunged into the police world, the pro football world, the worlds of bull fighting, opera, grand prix racing, wine, treasure diving, the world of foreign correspondents, plunged all the way to the end if possible, where I stood around gawking for a time, then wrote as accurately as I could, whether in fiction or non-fiction about what I had found. There is a price exacted of those who ignore traffic signs. I paid it in fear, defeat, humiliation, even in lawsuits. Other times I reaped an incredible profusion of excitement and delight—money too, for I became what counts as a rich writer. I had to do it my way to keep my enthusiasm high, had to keep discovering new worlds, new people, for otherwise writing is hard, hard, hard, sometimes impossible. There were so many strange doors out there, all of them strangely ajar, at least to a writer. One had only to lean a little and they would open and whatever was behind them would be revealed. It’s all in this book. This is my story.”