Just recently, I have discovered a love named Louis. Louis L’Amour, to be specific.
My mom has always been an avid reader, and thus has always encouraged my writings. She found yet another way this week to bring the two together. She just finished reading “The Collected Short Stories of Louis L’Amour, The Frontier Stories, Volume One”, with a promise to let me borrow it. As I went to pick it up a few days ago, I was too distracted to at first hear those beautiful words, “You can keep it; it’s yours.”
It’s her way of inspiring me with good writing, to continue to become a good writer. Short stories. Sweet and to the point. Well written. Just my style!
Of course, like anything in life, I had let my writing slip to the side this summer as I dealt with, well, LIFE. Even my blog had taken a back seat to everything else… at least for a while.
And I was trying to find my way back on that horse I call Disciplined Muse, I am gifted with this beautiful book. It’s not just a book. It’s inspiration. It’s an opening door. It’s a mentor. It’s a bedtime story. It’s dreams. It’s a written record of our historical heritage, and a promise of my future.
It’s a book. It’s mine. It’s L’Amour. And it’s lamore. Amore. And so much more. I’m back in the saddle again…