I don’t know about you, but I go in and out of periods of intense reading. When I’m writing, especially if new material, I tend to not read much. It’s as if I don’t have the desire or use for the voices of others; I am much too engaged with my own.
I also, like many writers, fear that if I immerse myself in the words of another while I am creating my own, that I will lose my voice, and that I cannot afford to do. But when I am not writing new material, when I am revising or submitting, I read a good deal. Widely, and in my own fashion, a fashion that has over the years given me pause. Continue reading
