When I’m doing First Draft, it’s incredibly difficult to read new things: like the emotional equivalent of a fluttery stomach. I want something soothing – old Georgette Heyer Regencies I’ve re-read a dozen times, trashy French bodice-rippers that were a high school favorite, non-fiction of all sorts. At the moment I’m reading Mark Twain. Not his fiction (or his out-and-out fiction, anyway – I’m sure there’s a number of what he’d call “stretchers” passed off as autobiography here), but Roughing It and The Innocents Abroad.
Published on June 25, 2011 20:27