I used to read incessantly
I’d feel anxious if I didn’t have a book on the go
And the next one on the shelf
I read James Joyce to work out a few kinks
Pynchon extended my reach
Russian novels frustrated and compelled
Proust flummoxed
Asimov and Heinlein soared
And I lived for an eternity in 100 years of solitude
Reading the usual suspects
Genre by genre
Historical fiction
Post modern lit
Remaindered bargains from Alice Munro’s ex
I was libroholic
Until I started blogging
Writing my own words
Hunting for fruits of inspiration
Thinking from here
Not there
David Trudel © 2013
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Well put. So true. Posting stuff does but a damper on turning the page.
Ha! I’ve fallen into the same trap myself. I like your taste and you your expressive phrasing in the piece above. Well done.
Thanks!