Today is Jack Kerouac’s birthday.
I remember reading “On The Road” while going to art school in Savannah. It took all of my strength not to hop on a freight train and discover the life of adventure that he wrote about.
One thing, as I have moved on from my love of the beats, Kerouac was one of my main inspirations for becoming a writer. Reading him, I learned that many rules could be broken, twisted, bent in ways that fit the story.
The only rule that applies to writing is this:
Write how the story dictates, if convention doesn’t fit- if it disrupts the flow- then veer off on a side road like Moriarty behind the wheel and write write write.
So here’s to you, Jack. You’ve influenced the countless, and you can count me amongst them.
Happy Birthday, Jack.