It came--the impetus I needed. It came in the form of black leather, silver filigree and red stain. It came in 1023 pages with an inscription:
To my sister Michele, the next great myster writer. (Awww, I know!)
The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe is beautiful. It is heavy. It is dense. But it is beautiful. I have already sniffed the binding and felt the whisper-thin pages flutter through my fingers. I have perused the table of contents and salivated over works not read, drooled over those to read again.
Will this be one more excuse not to write, or a great motivator from the ultimate web spinner? That is up to me.
It is beautiful.