Do other writers have this problems too? I’m so afraid that what I read will unintentionally influence what I write, that I’ve stopped reading. Not completely, but close enough. I miss reading–I love the sound of words on a page, the imagery those words create in my head. Instead of reading, on Saturday, I went to the book store and purchased three books. I added them to a stack on the edge of the couch that are also unread. In my sewing room are several more that I haven’t looked at. In my bedroom are at least three more. I’ve buried those under books I have read so I don’t notice them as much. The other day, I even found one in amongst my cookbooks.
So I’ve picked up a book and started to read. And read. And read some more. The books in the corners of my house span various genres, and multiple voices. I have to trust myself that the imagery I create is my own unique blend brought forth from how I like to hear words sound on a page, and not borrowed from someone else. Now if I could only remember where I put that book….