Agnes Martin: "I paint with my back to the world."
Empty mind.... yes. No ideas... what would that be like?
For the last few weeks I've been considering the possibility of giving up reading all books for a year. Yup, no books. None. A year. I am dreaming of what might be changed for me in doing something so drastic. I wrote my first piece of fiction when I was 9 years old, in response to the books I was reading then, by a guy named Edward Eager. My grandfather actually "published" the story, by running it off on a mimeograph machine at his office and distributing it to... I don't know who. This is when I first figured out that maybe I could be a writer, like Edward Eager. Since then, as you everyone who knows me knows all too well: reading and writing and reading and writing. Half a century later... a good time to try something else maybe?
I would take all the books here in my office -- and there are a LOT of them! -- box them up, and store them in the basement. (Have to clean the basement first...) Then, all that extra space and all that extra time I'd have. And if I wanted to read a book, well I guess I'd just have to write it myself...