Okay, six days ago I marched out my smart self and told you about four books for writers I was going to read my way through.
Yesterday, I parked two of them back on my shelf. Not because they aren’t wonderful, but because The Artist’s Way was clearly going to demand a little bit more of me than to simply read my way through it. And the third book . . . well, if it doesn’t hit the shelf soon, it will at least be read in even smaller bites.
I think I’m going to gain a lot from working through TAW. Of course, at this point, there’s a lot of trust involved. And patience. Kind of like when I broke my ankle in two places. I was just this side of surgery. While my head heard what the orthopedic surgeon was telling me, my heart just knew I was gonna set all kinds of healing records. They’d be writing about me for years in JAMA.
Not.
Trust and patience.
Are any of you familiar with TAW? Please someone, say yes. I hate the idea of hanging out there all on my own. It’s freaky.
CR: The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
By the way . . . I almost made this a seperate post. If you’re looking for a terrific police procedural series, you can’t go wrong with L.J. Seller’s Detective Jackson. Seriously. I have yet to be disappointed.
It’s all better with friends.
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