Head over heels in love
The tech gooroo/media center master of my school is always happy to pass new poetry collections on to me (I could spend all year having students study and write different form of poetry. I love the experimentation, the variation, the freedom . . .) Friday he brought me Jazz ABZ by Wynton Marsalis.
It is absolutely incredible. He goes through the alphabet with jazz musicians: Count Basis, Sachmo, Coltrane, Duke Ellington . . . I've long loved anything 1920's (I hate that I'm large-chested, because I love the whole flapper style). And jazz, oh, baby, jazz. It's already on my list of books to buy and authors to keep an eye out for.
Someday, I want to write a historical fantasy set in the 1920's. People always cite Lovecraft when I mention this, but my style and his are worlds apart. I just don't want to write it yet. I've written what I consider to be a good book. I think the next one will be better. I want what I write for the 20's to be the cherry on top of everything. I don't feel ready for it yet.
In the meantime, a hearty thanks to Wynton Marsalis.