Lately I’ve been blessed with good fiction, novels I’ve either hunted down or had recommended or merely stumbled across in the comment thread of one of the many blogs I visit during the week. Good fiction is subjective, of course, but I know it when I read it.

I know it because it does more than entertain me for an hour before bedtime.

It fills my creative well–with beautifully crafted description of setting, or emotion, or physical appearance, using sentences and phrases that strike me as fresh and specific and just so perfectly right, that I stop and read them again and again, without ever breaking the story-dream the writer has woven.

Creativity-refreshing fiction is in the eye of the beholder, but here are some titles and authors that are doing it for me:

Love Amid the Ashes
by Mesu Andrews


Cottonwood Whispers
by Jennifer Erin Valent

by James Alexander Thom

Jane and the Man of the Cloth
by Stephanie Barron

And a brand new discovery (I can’t wait to read more of their books)
John & Patricia Beatty
Who Comes to King’s Mountain?

These books have a wonderful rare chemistry with me, and somehow peel back the veil between my plodding everyday mind to the part of my brain where stories swirl like mist, and show themselves in glimpses. They’re the kind I want to lose myself in and savor, and simultaneously jump up and work on my own manuscripts for all the fresh inspiration they stir up.

So what books have filled your well, and made you want to jump into your own creative endeavors?

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