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I have a slideshow of my favorite authors, singers, and other artists acting as my desktop wallpaper.  Unsurprisingly, it’s mostly writers — from Tolstoy and Kafka, to Maya Angelou and Jack Kerouac.  As a writer myself, this constant parade of my literary heroes acts as both inspiration and encouragement. 

But I find there’s one picture that’s particularly motivating.

It’s a picture of J.D. Salinger.  In the photo, he’s a young man sitting at a table, wearing a white shirt.  Cigarette in hand, and hand to brow, he looks directly into camera.  Almost as if to say “Yeah?  And what have you written lately?”

And a corner of my mind replies, “I know, Jerry.  I’m workin’ on it.”

And so I do.