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As I contemplate the writing of another poem and another short story, and questions for local and tourning bands to complete my next music features, I wonder if I will ever get past three chapters written on a novel tentatively titled Beneath The Underground. It’s not a very ambitious second novel. For the story about my first novel, you’ll need to read my personal online account, which means becoming a LiveJournal friend of mine. I’ve met most of these friends in person, so you’ll need to arrange a meeting with me. If you feel this is too difficult a task to accomplish in order to get the story about this first, overly ambitious and unremarkable work of a teenager, then that’s cool with me.
I don’t aspire to write a novel worthy of the accolades of some of my favorite authors. Listing the sources of my inpsiration would take 30 daily blogs, with a description of what makes each author unique. But I’m not too ungracious enough to drop names of my past, present (and future?) inspirations: Eudora Welty, Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Toni Morrison, John Kennedy Toole, Joyce Carol Oates, Janet Frame, Barbara Kinsolver, Octavia E. Butler, and Maya Angelou (who I met as a teenager, and who still serves as one of my greatest sources of inspiration as a poet and author). The words of these authors lives as a reminder that we can confront the corruptive powers that be with wit, wisdom, and creativity, and inspire positive, peaceful change as a result. Or at least call for a revolution.
Sometimes reading (or writing) a book can be a revolutionary act.