with ease...........

What attracts me to a writer is not so much the body of their work as it is the life they live, though the body of work can not be denied any more than the life can:

Truman Streckfus Persons aka Truman Capote (1924-1984)
In Cold Blood (1966); Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1958); MUSIC FOR CHAMELEONS (1980); ANSWERED PRAYERS (1986 published POSTUmOUSly ~ unfinished); Other Voices Other Rooms (1948)
 

"One day," he once wrote, "I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation...I'm here alone in my dark madness, all by myself with my deck of cards --- and, of course, the whip God gave me."

John Griffith Chaney aka Jack London (1876-1916)
The Call of the Wild (1903); The Star Rover (1915); White Fang (1906); The People of the Abyss (1903); The Valley of the Moon (1913); Martin Eden (1913)

" I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums. All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me. Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born. "

Truman Capote and Jack London are, by far, my favorite authors. They defied every standard and shunned every normalcy. They lived their lives on the edge of an effortless madness and made it look appealing. They were colorful intellectuals living in the space of a different time.

I am content to live in the shadows of scandalous behaviors, deliciously absorbed in the passion of writing and writers. I effortlessly slip into the writers’ life with ease daring to inspire, happily and loudly.

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