I just realized I hadn't blogged much this month. It's not I'm abandoning the place, rather I have been reading far more than I've been writing.
Sometimes it's good to rest the page, absorb other worlds. I have been jotting down ideas and phrases, my dreams are filled with little plots, glimpses into rooms full of words, but my time has been scattered and muddled.
I do need to keep a reading journal- here's this month in a list:
Inferno, Dante. new translation by Mary Jo Bang
The Magicians, Lev Grossman
(ongoing) The Exegesisof Philip K. Dick
Iron Horse Review recent issue
Edisto, Padgett Powell
There are others- I'll post more soon- those books are what I can see from the computer.
If you don't read, you shouldn't be writing- I absolutely believe that.
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The first writers were the only readers.
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