Whenever I read Steinbeck, or Robert Penn Warren’s “All The King’s Men,” or “The Professional” by W.C. Heinz, or when I read John Lofflin’s post about the death of his beloved cat Moses, for a few minutes I feel like giving up as a writer, because I know I’ll never be that good.
The feeling doesn’t last too long, though. Sometimes I snap out of it by reading something poorly written, like the dreadful “Sons of Fortune” by Jeffrey Archer, which I just suffered through on AudioBook. Other times I can circle back and draw inspiration from great writing.
Either way, it’s good to be back. And it’s great to read my friend John’s posts again.
Just like John, I have a lot to talk about. And I wouldn’t be surprised if this blog is a lot different than it was before.
I’ll be posting more soon.
-- Matt Kelsey