You may note my piddely “What I’m Reading” list in my sidebar; I finished two of the books and had to return Tigerland unfinished to the library (it had a waiting list). Now I’m waiting to decide what to read next.
I’ve already decided to swear off of Creativity books for a bit. I do have a handful of them sitting on my shelf waiting for me to dive in but I really think I need to step back and do some of my own writing for a bit. The question then becomes – What do I read instead? I don’t actually have a shortage of books so it’s really just a matter of weighing (and testing) what I’m in the mood for.
Letters to a Young Artist
By: Julia Cameron
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I read the last of the letters this morning lying in the bathtub. By now you probably know that I like Julia Cameron’s work; Letters is nothing new it’s her same lessons packaged in a new and unique way. I enjoyed the work; I recorded some quotes; it didn’t move me the way it was intended to, not coming on the heels of her other works anyway.
Which is not to devalue the book. I actually think it would be a great introduction; a good place to begin or a gift to a lost artist who needs a prod. In fact, I’ve already recommended it to someone.
Actually, I did get something out of the book. A pressing need to begin to organize my days better. To actually do work each and every day. My dilemma – what work? – my painting, my drawing, my writing? Maybe a little of each? Just yesterday I was musing to Wakizushi that my Painter Me seemed to have eaten my Writer Me, but this morning I woke up and wanted to write. First though I had to clean the house, to do this, to do that, and now the writing need seems to have faded. I can’t even remember what I was going to write; I’m blogging instead.
