My creative impulse has been flat out lately. I am bursting with ideas. More than I can develop at once. I have notebooks of notes and dot points to remind me of where I want to be going with my writing. I have half written drafts in various stages of readiness. I have been practising dialogue and narrative. Now I need to go back to fundamentals. I need to find and establish my Voice.
The great RAH, probably quoting someone else, said there is one thing you must do every day if you wish to be a writer: Write. So I have been trying to do that.
But there is one other thing one must do if one wishes to be a writer: Read.
Someone else very clever said that. Not me.
I am shocked when I realise that it is at least 6 months since I read a book.
Since abandoning my library in NZ I kind of lost heart, and the reading petered out. It was exacerbated by finding that my reading glasses make my eyes tired. I need to use my reading muscles again, before I really get down to flexing my writing muscles. I need to read some good turns of phrase in order to turn out some good readable phrases of my own.
I have a small pile of unread books waiting.