I have an author crush on Paul Theroux. His descriptive powers have transported me to remote and often dangerous locales I would’t otherwise go to. He makes armchair travelling respectable. Writing seem to flow for him effortlessly like water from a tap, but he reveals it’s sheer determination:
I covet Haruki Murakami’s writing style which has the sublime soothing quality of classical music. His writing is equivalent to the feeling I get from all things Japanese. Minimal, clear and precise but at the same time a thing of great beauty:
Writing is fun — at least mostly. I write for four hours every day
Reading Salman Rushdie is an education in itself. With my lack of knowledge about world politics, I would be terribly intimidated if I ever met him in person:
Peter Mayle got me started on reading again after a lull of 10 years when I was wasting away in Corporate Hell:
Unfortunately the common theme seems to be no magic formula but discipline and just getting down to it. I guess I have to start chipping away at that block of wood.