I just finished reading Scott Lynch's Red Seas Under Red Skies (review up at Skunk Cat), which of course means I spent the evening reading instead of writing. I can't even stay up very late writing since I have to work tomorrow.
On the other hand, I did get some writing done today and the words flowed pretty easily. I wrote longhand, which is actually good for me: when I type it up, it'll be very easy to just keep typing when I run out of handwritten words. I just need to find time to type.
Of course, nothing I write will ever be as good as the book I just read. I typically don't compare myself to other writers--but damn, do my little stories seem like unimportant fluff right now.
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I feel the same way about my writing. I wonder if any of the "big wigs" feel that way. ;)
I'm sure every writer feels the same, whenever they read something new that they love. It keeps us humble ; )
LMEighmy--I hope the big wigs do feel awed by other writers' stuff sometimes.
Natalie--Precisely! I'll have to remember that when I'm one of the big wigs. :)
I was reading Stephen King's new book over the weekend, when I should have been writing...and watching the tennis...and shopping.
Sounds like you had a good weekend except for the not-writing thing. Um, I got two loads of laundry done myself. Whee!
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