Through the course of my reading and writing life (over 50 years) I’ve read authors I’ve been insanely jealous of because I admire their execution of the craft. It is not until now that I find myself reading a writer I connect with on a deeper level. Before Christmas I read Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler and felt, gosh I really get where this writer is coming from. So I did what I always do when a writer’s work speaks to me – I looked for more of her work. Here in the UK it’s difficult to get copies of her books from libraries. The librarian told me people borrow them never to return them. I fully understand why. I want to OWN every single book she’s ever written. I like this writer so much that I’ve voluntarily dipped into her short stories and essays; something I haven’t done since ‘forced’ into it by a required reading list during my days at university. I regularly ignore forewords and notes from authors but found myself wanting to know every detail of this wri...
I write therefore I am