Over the years I have had many interests and hobbies but two things which have been a part of my life since I was young has been poetry and reading. The local library was a refuge and I took full advantage every chance I got. I was reading at an adult level by the time I was eleven which opened up an entire universe of knowledge and imagination.
My first love was Edgar Allen Poe. I read his collected works and of course watched the Saturday movies. “The Raven” along with “The Pit and the Pendulum” have been long time favorites. Later I would discover Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas, and Maya Angelou.
The first book I bought with my own money was “The Shadow Spy” by Nicholas Luard. It wasn’t a epic work worthy of being listed next to J.R.R. Tolkien or Ernest Hemingway, but I embraced it none the less. In fact, I went back years later and found a copy which I read again cover to cover… I still own it today. Since then I have read thousands of books, science fiction, fantasy, mystery, crime and medical thrillers.
One of the difficult things for me after coming out has been my lack of interest in these things. I found it difficult to get into any books, even many of my long time favorite series simply couldn’t hold my interest. I don’t know if this was related to my own creative difficulty, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were. The reason I wanted to talk about this now is because, at long last, I have found these interests returning. I have been returning to reading book reviews and looking to see what new releases are on the way. I am also spending time reading through a number of poetry sites trying to get back up to speed on what the current trends are.
These are small things, but they have lifted my spirits and I hope I can get my own creative engine going.