I read. I read a lot. I always have. I gain so much from reading. Insight into the lives of others. Insight into the minds of writers. Massive escapism. Understanding. Being understood.
Some have it that to be a good writer one needs to be a voracious reader. My jury is out on that one. I would like to hear the other side of that argument. As a voracious reader and voracious writer I link the two processes. But how I would I know? I've always read. Since I was four, thank you Daddy.
In mid-July I finished a large tome: "The Novel" by James Michener.
And he put into words something I'd been mulling about for a while.
As so often happens with writers, my imaginary terrain had become more real to me than the physical one that surrounded me.
I have exactly that feeling with one of my unpublished (but complete) books. When I am back in the town in Ireland I write about (but disguise)I see my own imaginary characters on the roads and in the houses and churches.
I know these people.
They walk with me.