I don’t know what to do about it. I was reading some poetry last night and it was really discouraging. Why? I don’t know. It was so good. I watched Howl the other day. James Franco played Allen Ginsberg, and the film was decent. I took notes. Yes, I took notes, and one of the things he was saying was that Jack Kerouac told him (Ginsberg) that writing is personal, and that the writer should write as he/she would write, and stop trying to write like someone else would write, or did write. I found those words so inspiring and motivational for my own writing. I read a lot, and read a lot in the past, and find myself sounding like some writer I read at one point or another. I mean, there are only few that have even made me want to write like them, but it still matters. I have friends that wonder how I can read a novel and seriously compose something at the same time, and I see why. It’s a hard thing to do, if you can distinguish the thinking behind the two then great. I think I may need to draw that line between the two activities for my own creative sake. I want to sound like me, and not someone else. It’s important to keep that honest in my work and I’m still a rookie, learning as I go along. Ernest Hemingway said he used to read after he wrote to take his mind off of what he was working on, and that was helpful too. I’ve been reading some really good things lately and it’s kind of kept me closed off from some people, or maybe that’s just an excuse. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the learning and entertainment I’m getting from it. Happy Wednesday. Not sure why they call it hump day.
P.S. I recently read A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway which is where I got that bit about him reading after he’s written for the day. And why he spelled the word ‘moveable’ the way he did is a mystery to me. I don’t even think that’s a real word, or an alternate spelling of the word ‘movable’. Anyway, that’s it.