And yes, it does have an impact on my writing; the predictable one where one week I think I'm an uber-talented word goddess and the next week I wonder how I've managed to hookwink so many people into thinking I'm a bonafide authoress.
Jekyllian, writing-based mood swings aren't anything out of the ordinary. I've read enough writer blogs to know they're kind of the norm.
Lately, however, the blogosphere has been on fire with posts about jealousy.
Are you jealous when a friend gets an agent/publishing contract/film deal/new car/guest spot on Dancing with the Stars. If you know me at all, you know the last item on that list would bring on a full attack from the green-eyed monster, but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is the list can be as long or short as you choose to make it.
Those books have the power to swoop me straight out of a case of the Mean Reds where my Mr. Hyde monster is running loose and causing havoc. Their beautiful words don't leave any room for envy because I'm too complete with inspiration.
Conversely, bad writing can have the opposite effect, make me listless, irritable and snappy; exhibiting multiple monsterlike symptoms. Which is why sometimes, the best book I can find is truly the best medicine.
“Even while writing his book, he had become painfully aware how little he knew his own planet while attempting to piece together another one from jagged bits filched from deranged brains.”See what I mean? Inspiring enough to chase away even the most deranged green-eyed Mr. Hyde.
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
P.S. It was very tempting to take this post in the direction inspired by my tweenage daughter who is currently closeted in my office howling about the inequity of homework on the weekend. As I write this she's screaming at spellcheck. "I DID NOT SPELL THAT WRONG!!" The full Dr. Hyde transformation has taken place.