An Inspiring Read

For the last few days I've been reading a novel, and I have a hard time putting it down. I will probably finish the book tomorrow, in spite of its bulky 509 pages.

The novel is Lisey's Story by Stephen King. I've never read Stephen King before, but the synopsis of this book piqued my interest. I picked it up at the library last week.

There are, of course, several different story lines. The one which interests me the most is King's dissecting of the personality of a writer. The main character, Lisey, is the writer's widow. Through her memories, her husband lives on every page.

I won't delve into the central plot. The reason I'm mentioning this book is that it makes me want to write. I want to sit down and write a novel better than anything Lisey's husband, Scott, could have written--or at least something he would enjoy reading.

I think this is the first novel I've written which truly speaks to the writer in me. If I could, I would begin a new book tomorrow. That will have to wait, though. I'm sitting on the couch, my view partially blocked by the rows and columns of boxes stacked in our livingroom. I've barely touched the garage and basement. There's so much work to be done--and we only have three more weeks before our move.

So my inspiration will have to wait until we get to Kentucky. I'll unpack the essential boxes, do a little decorating, explore the city a little. Then I will sit down at my desk and write. I wonder where this next book will take me.