I celebrated Easter weekend by re-reading Lamb, The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal. Sadly, since reading it the first two times, I have been unable to sit through a church service without recalling certain passages from the book. Who knew my spiritual state was so susceptible to influences like these?
It occurred to me that it must be hard to be Christopher Moore. Or any incredibly talented author who is so obviously smart and wise at the same time. To be able to - or perhaps unable to avoid - seperating yourself from your surroundings enough to indulge your imagination and create such fanatastic, entertaining stories. Am I in awe, or am I envious?
It's hard to tell. Maybe a bit of both. Finishing the book, I'm struck, like I so often am, by the thought, "How does he DO that?"
Maybe a little less Facebook time and a little more keyboard time? Maybe a committed effort to put butt-in-chair, hands-on-keyboard, Word-document-open-on-the-screen?
Or maybe it's the indulgence of an unavoidable need to just write-the-damn-thing-before-it-drives-him-crazy.
Note to self: A serious point to ponder.
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