musings

Frustrating going round fully-booked and not having money to buy anything. Or time to read any of the books in the first place. I like the sight of books. All these writers and published material and no one to read them unless you’re literary rock stars like Neil Gaiman, Gabriel Garcia Marquez or even (shudder*) popcorn writer John Grisham. Even the fan boys of comic geek Dom have idols. Adam West. Scott Lobdell. Chris Claremont. Gerry Alanguilan.

To be a master of words. Poetry in visuals. Images in letters. The imagination can be richer than what the eyes can see or words can express. What am I saying?

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