This little row of books holds the best stuff in the world for me. This writing, as a friend of mine once said about some writing she loved, “touches the best in me and makes all that is less than my best better for having read it.”
Even though I have read them over and over, they make me want to get up in the morning and write my six hundred words.
They give me the courage to rewrite and rewrite until I have done the best I can do. They remind me my writing might matter somehow.
I try to make sure I read some of this good stuff every day. Or every night.
I keep them under the lamp in the hallway so I can find them when I am in the dark.
from “Dancing on the Head of a Pen” by Robert Benson
