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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

NEW! ~ Are We What We Read?

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ARE WE WHAT WE READ?
Some longs ago, an editor was here in my office and looked over my bulging bookcases. "You need more fiction," he said, taking in the shelves of psychology, metaphysical, New Age, behavioral sciences, quantum physics, NLP, hypnosis, writing craft, education/training, literature anthologies, reference books, instructional manuals, curriculum, dictionaries and so on.

Though he did seem rather approving of the Idiot's Guide to Tantric Sex. (I was studying up, you see, for my next book Essence of Trust in which the world is literally saved by tantric sex--hooohaaa!)

I do have a lot of fiction, I protested, but most of it is stored after I read it, the keepers, anyway. I swept my hand around my office. "This is where I work and I work with all those nonfiction books at one time or another, not just in my creative development coaching but my books' characters are drawn from all this." I went on to say that I read fiction for pure, delicious pleasure. He asked if others' fiction didn't stimulate my creativity, give me ideas for my stories? At the time I said that I didn't think so, I simply enjoyed it. Though as I've thought about it, yes, others' fiction does stimulate me. If it's good and I'm enjoying the read, even if the material is gut-wrenching and the happy ending long time coming, I can get "up" and ready to go create. And living life in the present moment does that, too, being active, getting out and about, experiencing--it's all grist for this writer's story mill.

Speaking of getting out and about, I've errands to do that should serve to stimulate--shoe shopping. No, I hate that, really. Never can find anything to fit. But I have to have something for our ballroom dance class tonight. Last time I wore sandals and my toes are still quite sore. My DH suggested I invest in a pair of steel toe boots . . .

Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMelinda