Wednesday, October 10

Free at last

It's taken me some time (over a year), but I have finally finished The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer's Block, and the Creative Brain. I think I would have done better if I had made a concerted effort to read it straight through instead of bits and pieces here and there, but on the whole, I enjoyed reading it. It was certainly a genre switch for me, and many times I had to refer back to the first chapter (wait, which one was the limbic?) -- and many, many times I had to re-read a sentence. Or paragraph. Bygones. The point is, it is an interesting look at why we write and why we don't (or can't) write. I've never really considered my writing from a neurological standpoint before; it was just something I've always done, since I was a little kid. It's a little strange to think about your brain, somehow. Maybe because you're thinking about your brain with your brain?

Now my head hurts. And I have to find a new book to read. I'm sort of overwhelmed with all my Powell's choices, so I've picked up Polysyllabic Spree in the hopes that it will inspire me.

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