As I have said in the past, I feel a kinship with Oscar Wilde. This connection probably stems from my love of Victorian literature and what I have learned about him over time. The more I learn, the more I feel drawn to him, as a person and as a writer. In a previous post I mentioned how much I love the movie Julie and Julia, and in the same way Julie feels a connection to Julia Child, I feel connected to Oscar Wilde despite living over a century apart. When I think of him, I picture a large man with a quiet yet large presence that isn’t tied to his foppish ensemble. Along with, that, I picture champagne, fine dinners, a restaurant gilded and gleaming with a haze of cigar and cigarette smoke somewhere posh. He was a presence, a man known as much for his wit and intellect as for his talent. That level of sociability is something I aspire to, but in my introverted, anxiety-ridden bubble, I feel that it is unattainable. Then, I saw this: Continue reading “Mr. Wilde and the Awkward Authoress”
What authors inspire your work? Who are the authors you devour? Who do you read and go, “Wow, I wish I wrote that”?
Part of my “spiritual” beliefs and my writing beliefs, is that we are all interconnected, and every time we read something, the words, techniques, themes, and images are digested and seep into us. They become part of who we are as writers and manifest in our writing. Continue reading “My Literary Lineage”