My x-roommate and friend gave me The Mammoth Book of Fantasy before she left. It really is an amazing collection of short stories about all kinds of fantasy. I just finished a story about a hob in a bookstore, and it was a great feel good story (not all of the stories in the book make you feel all warm and fuzzy). And I'm not saying that I only like warm and fuzzy stories, more often I am drawn to the dark and sad.
And I have realized something about my writing. I tend to write things that are somehow connected to whatever I happen to be reading. I was reading lot of poetry for a while, thus I wrote a lot of poetry. I start reading fantasy and thus I start writing a play with sci-fi/Fantasy undertones (It might help also that I watched the National Tour of August: Osage County, which was one of the most amazing productions I have ever seen). I think it was T.S. Elliot who said that good poets barrow and great poets steal. Well perhaps that's something that can be covered by all things creative. If you can steal something and make it your own, then it probably will turn out good or great (I have always wondered what exactly T.S. stole...).
Which leads me to something else of semi importance, mainly that this week I feel rather productive. Monday I had Belly dance and did some cleaning (which is by no means done), yesterday I got to go see a show (for free because a friend got comp. tickets), and today I have a lot more cleaning to do. I have also been writing and reading a lot lately. Being productive just makes you feel so much better about yourself. Now I just need to find a roommate and start work on audition monologues. High Ho Silverware, or Onwards and upwards, or whatever...
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