Just stopping by a moment to let you all know you are dearly missed.
My head is swimming in information and I’ve broken up with my book. For now.
There’s no room in my head. I’ve given up on the novels for Franzen’s new book of essays which I’m thoroughly enjoying, but as you all know, I love Franzen.
He isn’t politically correct, but he writes honestly as he sees the world to be. I may not agree with it, but I respect the hell out of a writer who calls himself on his own bullshit years after the fact. He is human to me.
Being away from my book and reading his essays has given me in a short period of time a bit of a new perspective. I’m calling my story into question: Is it honest? Truly, gut-level honest? Is it a story worth telling, a story worth pulling the reader away from her IPad, her Instant Messaging, her Facebook, watching her kids play soccer or go to swim lessons? Is a story that can transport?
Is it honest?
Perhaps that’s why I enjoy him as much as I do. I may disagree vehemently with some of his thoughts, but I find that when I do, it’s because I’m looking for a fight. If I follow his thoughts through, removing the chip from my shoulder, I see what he’s getting at more times than not.
And on that note, may your writing be brilliant, crystalline, and above all as honest as you can make it.