I have also updated and added some links to my favorite writers. Particularly chuffed, as tomorrow I am carpooling up to Seattle Central Public Library (the glass sculpture masquerading as a building) to see Jeannette Winterson. I have read all her works, since she was first published. A silver-tongued woman who makes magic with words. You may remember a film a few years back that would be called an Indie film, now: Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit . . . Yep -- That Jeannete Winterson.
Also particularly the website for Faith L. Justice - The Historian's Blog - which I find particularly good background research for my bookbox pieces.
And then there is Anne Carson -- I used her translations of Sappho in my Judging of the Queen fanfic piece. Her knowledge of the origin and use of words is fantastic, and she writes about them with such facility, it takes my breath away:
" . . . What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else . . . these small important mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. they are the latches of being." (Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse)
What this all comes down to, for me, is that I am transported by writers who put together nuggets of insight in words carefully chosen to capture your inner being's attention and strike right to the core of you. They are diamonds, hidden in the dust. Every now and then, you stumble across them, and are taken Elsewhere, for just a few precious moments.