Herman Melville

Remember when I was readying Tom Jones?  It was in January, which seems like a lifetime ago, but it was when I was trying to be proactive towards completing goals set back before time seems to existed.
Anyways, we have a shelf of books we didn't send to Half Price Books and they're things I intend to finish or re-read. I took a slight reading hiatus after Dale Carnegie, but I did read some Block books from the library in March. I read all the time, but it's clutternet stuff that means nothing, but thankfully the shelf is in a location that begs exploring.
I started to read Thomas Malory, but my Middle English is rusty, so I've gotten to The Confidence Man.
Never read Moby Dick, but after reading the editor's preface to The Confidence Man, I might.
Confidence Man is rather short in the sense that I had it for a class that included these three: Tom Jones, Vanity Fair, and The Life and Times of Tristan Shandy. I know I finished it back in the day and that I wrote a paper on it, but much of it is vague to me in that I know I liked it, but I don't recall why.
Anyways, I'm reading the editor's comments and finding myself feeling like writing my own novel. It's been years since I had the bug to write, but I find myself in a position of having a mindless "job" that clears the mind of clutter (perfect recipe).