Beautifully said, Mark. I'm thinking of the ways in which a writer is simultaneously a loving reader of their own work. As Muriel Spark has her novelist protagonist Fleur Talbot reflect in Loitering with Intent: “[My novel] took up the sweetest part of my mind and the rarest part of my imagination; it was like being in love and better. All day long when I was busy [...], I had my unfinished novel personified almost as a secret companion and accomplice following me like a shadow wherever I went, whatever I did.”
Angele, that’s lovely. I have hardly thought about me being a loving reader of my own work. But it most definitely happens, is happening. I’ll have to meditate more on Lazar and the Yamantaka taking up “the sweetest part of my mind and the rarest part of my imagination.”
Beautifully said, Mark. I'm thinking of the ways in which a writer is simultaneously a loving reader of their own work. As Muriel Spark has her novelist protagonist Fleur Talbot reflect in Loitering with Intent: “[My novel] took up the sweetest part of my mind and the rarest part of my imagination; it was like being in love and better. All day long when I was busy [...], I had my unfinished novel personified almost as a secret companion and accomplice following me like a shadow wherever I went, whatever I did.”
Angele, that’s lovely. I have hardly thought about me being a loving reader of my own work. But it most definitely happens, is happening. I’ll have to meditate more on Lazar and the Yamantaka taking up “the sweetest part of my mind and the rarest part of my imagination.”