Tonight I went to a reading by Jesmyn Ward. She read from her book, Salvage The Bones, and then is when I realized I need to step my game up. I need to take my writing to the next level.
Her writing was so tight. And so imaginative. Listening to her similes was like having someone turn my brain 90 degrees. Yeah, it all still worked the same way—but damn if the world didn't look different.
None of the writing is lazy. Each sentence has urgency and heat and energy. There isn't a wasted moment—there were no throwaway lines.
It was encouraging, though. Encouraging because I thought to myself—this is amazing, and I don't know if I could do that right now, right this second—but maybe, actually, I could. I think I actually could see the world at my own version of 90 degrees. She saw everything fresh. Fresh, fresh, everything was like it was being described for the first time.
And what a breath of clean oxygen, and what an inspiration, and what talent, and damn I need to buy that book like yesterday.
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