Publisher's Synopsis
Jon Richardson is a pharmacist. He likes lounge music over the intercom and Far Side cartoons. Linda Richardson teaches classic French Literature at the University. Their lives are calm and serene, but this is merely the tip of the iceberg. Slip off the edge and find yourself submerged in the murky depths of their confessions. Written in 60 days during Quarantine, Confessions of a Hack Artist, is a he said, she said atypical modern romance. If you've ever read a poorly written novel and thought, "Gee, I could of written something better than that," or read a truly great work of art and thought conversely, "Gee, I wish I could write something like that," this book is written to you. Irreverent and sensational, Confessions is a love letter to artists everywhere. . . . . . Excerpt Linda: All good writers know how to begin their stories. They always begin them with the happily-ever-after part. It is the logical place to begin with because it's always a lie. There is no such a thing. We all know that happily-ever-after is a fairy tale that does not exist. It cannot. It is therefore the beginning of a good story because there has to be change along the way. Herein lies my problem. I'd like to tell you that I was happy. I'd like to tell you that I've changed. Instead, I'm attempting to tell the truth. I can only hope that in the end it will be a good story as well.I can tell you I wasn't happy at all but I suppose I only know that for certain, now. Then, it was just a vague notion of anxiousness. It simply felt like I was bored sometimes. I was restless. It's funny that when I think of those times as simply being bored it makes a lot of the pain and guilt flare from what happened like arthritis. What I wouldn't give to go back to boredom when I think of it. So from a very narrow perspective I think it was my happily ever after, I just screwed it up because I couldn't see it for what it was.