In reading about writing, I’ve been exploring Jane Friedman’s The Business of Being a Writer. (Spoiler: it’s awesome.)
In writing about writing, I’m working on an essay about how women writers look back to the women writers who wrote before, how they find inspiration to counter cultural expectations and pursue creative work, despite discouragement.
In reading about reading, I’ve been dipping into an old favourite, Alberto Manguel’s The Library at Night. Before I had my own copy, I’d just about copied out the whole thing because I found so many best-bits in it.
And, in writing about reading, I’m writing a piece about how nostalgia impacts the way we (or, maybe it’s just me?) read and the way we reread.
As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because I am the Earth. I won’t give up until the Earth gives up.