This is a thought different from my last post on likes. It is spawned from Francine Prose in her book Reading Like a Writer (page 10). “Each of us will meet a different harbinger of personal failure, some innocent genius (writer) chosen by us for reasons having to do with what we see as our own inadequacies. The only remedy to this I have found is to read a writer whose work is entirely different from another, though not necessarily more like your own-a difference that will remind you of how many rooms there are in the house of art.”
Me liking this should uncover for you how fickle I can be. Having just settled on reading books that have a sound I recognize, I am back to exploring differences. I am finding, but constantly debating, the proposition that differences in writing and life make the world go round. It is what makes tyrants fearful and writer’s write.
In a past life I was a salesman and in my case a door opener. I flew about the country opening doors for the services I represented. I could do this. I succeeded. Enough to believe that I had found the way. Had I thought about writing then, I would have supposed I could write a book to teach everyone my secret way.
It would not have been a successful book. Later I learned that there are many ways to open doors and I can learn from each of them.