Since blood is fittest, Lord to write
Thy sorrows in, and bloody fight;
My heart hath store, to write there, wherein
One box contain both ink and sin.
That when sin spies so many foes,
Thy whips, Thy nails, Thy wounds, Thy woes,
All come to lodge there, sin may say,
No room for me, and fly away.
Continue reading “The Passion by George Herbert”
I am a bibliophage, a devourer of books. Bibliophile is the more accepted term, but as a writer, finding the right word to fit the moment is something of an obsession.
To me, reading is like breathing in and writing is breathing out. They are natural parts of each other. I can always tell when I have writer’s block because my reading short circuits and vice versa.
One of the best pieces of advice came from an author who said the more books you have going, the more you will read. He was consistently reading seven to twelve books at time.
Continue reading “Stories In Progress: April 2017”
Whether it is page count, writing style, or meandering content, some books are notorious for their difficulty and inaccessibility. But I think, unlike most villains, they are genuinely misunderstood. The Tolstoys, Rands, and Hugos of the world have a lot to offer, if you can get a foot in the door.
One of the worst things about the best books is that they end. Books always stop just as we have fallen in love with the world and understood the complexities of it. The best thing about the small mountains we’re looking at in this series is that they never seem to end. There is more story to be had.
Continue reading “Towering Terrors: Dante’s Inferno and a Gateway Novel”
I wanted to call this “Books that make cooking so attractive, I will stop reading and make ravioli.” When it came down to it though, that title did not get enough pull with Search Engine Optimization. We all have guilty pleasures. For me it is calming soul filling books that speak to people’s experience around the world and the foods that shape them.
Continue reading “Part Cookbook, Part Memoir”