Thursday

The euphoria of starting the book has waned which is good because that is not where the actual work lives. I have sunk into these characters, into their lives, their world, their hopes and fears. It consumes all of my non-work/family thoughts and I have to keep a level head or else it will colonize those thoughts as well. This is actually why I have hesitated to write, not because I doubted my abilities but because I knew that I must surrender my life to it. Writing is not something I can own: it owns me. It is like drowning…

Saturday

All writers will tell you that it is impossible to write without reading, without being immersed in the language, wrapped up with imagery and submerged in syntax. I stumbled onto this truth out of desperation, always having been too stubborn to take advice from others. And I am so glad to have arrived here, in the reading world again.