When I'm in the throes of a new writing project, I deny myself the pleasure of pleasure reading (fiction). I've long been afraid I might inadvertently pick up a voice, a cadence, a fragment of someone else's style (parenthetical asides included). But I get sooooooo hungry.
Recently, my son recommended a book he'd bought: Ron Suskind's The Way of the World. Nothing I would have chosen for myself, but quickly engaging. This man can WRITE!
So I've solved the problem. When I'm writing, I can read non-fiction. Whew.
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Published on November 27, 2012 10:59 • 57 views

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