It wasn’t too long ago that I did a post about On The Road by Kerouac. The stylistic approach and the sense of adventure while not glorified spoke to me in a way no other book had before. I have a feeling that as the summer approaches I might read my work through all of his works.
They say the more you read after the better you write, although I will admit sitting down to write has been a struggle lately for any number of reasons.
Have you ever read a book by one author and then just been sucked into reading everything they wrote? If so who?
For the Kerouac fans, which book should I pick up next?
When you stand of the precipice of really going for something it is amazing how many doubts and fears pop up. I am in the final stages of editing and I have someone working on a cover so that I can self publish my first novel. My excitement most days is tempered by this absurd fear of failure. I haven’t even tried and I am worried that it will be mocked, ridiculed and any other negative thought you might be capable of imagining. Yet that isn’t what keeps me up at night. Late at night when my creative muse prefers to do her little dance I have to reconcile myself to the idea that even if it is terrible I won’t stop. I can’t stop writing, I find myself doing it all the time I can’t imagine a day without it. 
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 