As I continue to forge forth with my writing of poetry, short stories and my fiction (or memoir - still undecided how it will turn out) I'm finding that the large work is taking a lot of energy. I mean that in two ways: taking a lot of energy to write and taking a lot of energy from me. I also find that that energy is replenished when I can breathe in bits of inspiration.
I have gained so much inspiration from Hemingway. While the literary world will debate Ernest Hemingway for eons beyond my lifespan, no one can dispute - the bastard could write. He saw himself as an author (in contrast to being a writer) long before he was ever published. When I can visualize this - his drive, his dedication to his craft, his writer's eyes and ears, his work ethic and his moxie - I realize it is possible and that I can have that too. Time will tell if there is any talent to go along with all that.