Today was the first day of the year and I spent it listening to Moby Dick and knitting.
I have a bad cough that’s keeping me up all night, so I’m pretty tired but I had the urge to be creative so I surfed Pinterest, worked on the prose in Book 1 of my novel, and worked on knitting a scarf while listening to Herman Melville’s great whale tale. It is an inspiring read. I enjoy it very much. The classics just have a way with me that most modern day books do not. I don’t think that’s something to be proud of because this is the world I live currently live in. Reading current works help me to connect with now and the things we go through today as a collective. I think I do myself a bit if a disservice by limiting my literature to the classics. But reading is reading, and history repeats itself. The great books of the past hold universal themes so there’s still learning from them. Maybe it’s not so bad.