This is such a great post I just have to share it for the Monday reblog.
On Being the Kind of Artist Who Creates More Than Just Art
Untangling the influences on our reading and writing lives is like a kind of personal archaeology of the literary persuasion. For most of us, bookish things and writerly urges have become such an integral part of our existence that we have ceased to even question their origins. We simply take them at face value, accepting their existence as “the way it has always been.” It isn’t until we begin to dig, carefully shifting layers of time and memory, that we start to uncover bits and pieces of the Story of Why that is embedded in our personal history.
On Mother’s Day, I wrote about the very direct and deep influence my mom has had on my writing (and reading) life. Now, all of a sudden, it’s Father’s Day (where did that time go?!?) which has me thinking…
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