Since starting my one essay a day, I realized there was a reason for this....I haven't liked the ones I did read.
But there must be a reason Bradbury insists that you read them.
I've ordered the above book of essays by Donald Hall. He was married to one of my favorite poets, Jane Kenyon. A curmudgeon of a man. I think part of him just died when she died of leukemia. I anticipate some strong, unlikeable writing here. But I am sure, very interesting in its own way.
I am also searching on the internet for essays. I don't own one book of essays. Maybe this one above, will be the only one I will own. But maybe this kind of writing will open up things in my writing that I never knew existed. Or maybe not.
Reading one poem a day is like cheating.........a pleasurable thing I do often.
I have been reading Hitchcock's collection of short stories, and Eudora Welty and Flannery O'Connor's. This is a wonderful assignment Mr. Bradbury. So much better than watching The Housewives of here or there.
Along with all of this I continue reading novels. My current one is, House Broken, by Sonja Yoerg.
After this one I have two more on my list:
Under the Mercy Trees, by Heather Newton...recommended by our dear writer blogger friend, Vicki
The Knife, by Ross Ritchell......written by a friend of my daughter's, his first novel
I also like to read non-fiction books on such topics as health, meditation, and of course...writing.
Right now I am reading, Stein On Writing
Last night I finished writing my first one-a-week short story. It's rough, but it's not bad. It was about something I feared. Set myself up for a few bad dreams...
Update on my other life......house mom to kittens
I have fallen in love with all my kittens.......One I am keeping, one has a home as soon as I can catch him and get him fixed, one that is coming around to being petted and cuddled...and then there is Fiona........
all I can say.....there's always one
and I will cry my heart out when they are gone....truly I will.