You’re not what you say you are, you are what you do.
I’ve had to remind myself of that quite a bit lately. Boxes lie scattered over my library floor, old books, and some new, are haphazardly tossed into the cardboard graveyards.
It’s time to get rid of some of these books. I need the space. New books are soon to arrive, and there is no room for them.
I’m a book collector, especially ‘old’ books. I have Civil War books, books about Mississippi, and fiction by some of the best writers ever. Shoved next to the fiction, in no specific order, are literary giants like Faulkner, Hemingway, and Dickens, along with Plato and others.
And between all that are poets like T.S. Eliot, Dickinson, Whitman, Collins and Frost.
Some days I feel like a writer, and others I feel like a failure; and that perfectly sums up the life of a writer.
I spent yesterday traveling, but today I’m back at the desk, working on A Walk in Darkness, besides this piece of writing. I started this Saturday, and here it is Monday getting finished.
Ah, well. I lift my coffee mug and salute you all. Here’s to hoping your weekend went off without a hitch, and that you all escaped unscathed and pleasantly surprised.