Food for thought

The books are piling up, like cans of Spam on a pantry shelf, waiting to be devoured all at once, or nibbled bit by bit. It's a growing stack of food lit old and new, a bit thin yet worth a buffet spread to a now occasional reader like me. 

While I write for a living, the balance between reading and writing is no longer the way it used to be. But it is the reading that feeds the writing – the source of information, ideas, inspiration. And so a huge part of of my day is spent snacking on blogs, and in the process gaining pounds of knowledge while discovering a world wide web range of flavors I never knew existed before.

Back to the books, I do hope to do more nourishing reading this year. To me, it's eating vicariously: snooping into kitchens, stalking personalities, digesting their words yet avoiding impatso.  

PS. It's my Mom's birthday today... she would have been 79. The third book from the top was a present I gave her a few years before she passed on.