I have friends who are prolific bloggers. They write daily, vividly, hysterically, pithy missives that go out into the world and change how I personally view everything. They are the people who talk and write with singular voices that you just want to invite to lunch and have them chat with you into the evening.
When the movie Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang came out, the outtakes made me crave this with Robert Downey, Jr and Val Kilmer. Smart, witty, self deprecating charmers who pulled no punches and made you laugh and think.
There are writers who I adore, Jenny Lawson, Mary Roach, Katherine Dunn, Truman Capote, Ann Patchett, Bill Bryson, Groucho Marx, Isabel Allende, Haven Kimmel…
Strong unapologetic voices that bring you into their story and show you a world or even just the inside of a small, yet unknown by me, taste of it. I just re-read “To Kill a Mockingbird” and was left utterly drenched in the southern heat and the smell of a summer night soaked in emotion, sound, humidity, and awakenings. I am presently halfway through “Wolf Hollow” by Lauren Wolk. I would happily place this book on parr with Harper Lee for her lyrical simplicity and vivid prose.
I look to my own Blog, my attempt to bring a bit of myself to the Thunderdome of social medial, to be one more voice in the din and all I want to do is just crawl back in bed and read someone else, someone who was brave enough to step out into the world and capture it, if only for the few minutes it takes to read the paragraphs.