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.