i find that my writing greatly mirrors my reading, in that if i’m not in the middle of a book, i don’t take time to write.
i also find that my writing often has a tone similar to that of which i am reading.
i wrote a short story once while reading cormac mccarthy. (yikes)
julia cameron and garrison keillor make me want to be a better writer. read some of their stuff (if you haven’t) and you’ll understand.
last night i went to a favorite 2nd-hand bookstore in my home area. for months now, i’ve been walking in there with cash seeking one particular title only to come home empty-handed. yesterday, i finally found the book but didn’t have any cash.
somewhere murphy is laughing, i’m sure of it.
i found a link online the other week to a recording of flannery o’connor reading her classic, a good man is hard to find. she’s a gem, that woman.
one thing that i absolutely love about living in seattle: you’re never at a loss for a bookstore. even the library is impressive. (next time you’re in town, let’s visit together, shall we?)