jesse sprague

Step inside my office and you might know I’m a writer. You might know I dabble in painting and charcoal. But you’d definitely know I’m a reader. Besides my six foot bookcase double stacked with things ranging from Madame Bovary to Neverwhere to the complete works of Shakespeare, my desk is littered with well-worn tomes, odd books stick out from behind knick-knacks. In fact, there is a volume of Greek Tragedies sticking out from under my desk.
I’ve noticed that recently I’ve been reading a lot less. Unless you count critiquing on critiquecircle or following the odd story here and there on Wattpad. Which for the purposes of absorbing good writing through good reading, I can’t really count. Some of those stories are wonderful of course, some of those writers may be the next Steven King, or Neil Gaiman…who knows. But what I’m reading is their works in progress not…

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6 thoughts on “The Joy of Reading till Midnight

  1. Read Stephen King in grade school. Carrie was one of many of his I really liked. Took a copy of “The Stand” with me while I attended a weekend summer event out of state alone. Came down with all the symptoms of the dying people in the book. Gave up reading his works. I was too chicken!
    Jeanette Hall

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