But back to my having printed out my book- I told a friend(and my mother-in-law and my husband): Look at all those words right outta my head. Mine! Mine! All mine!(not quite that rabidly, but along those lines...)
And then I got to thinking that that's not really true. All my years of reading have contributed to who I am as a writer. All those times that I smiled at a funny line of dialogue or inner thought, or read a passage out loud because all the words were just exactly right, or cried b/c a character died(or dog- hello, Where The Red Fern Grows, I'm looking at you!)- they've helped shape how I write my own stories. I only hope that the more I read, the more I'll grow into my own writer skin.