in my mind i picture robb todd as an anonymous fixture on every new york subway. appearing oblivious, while texting and headphones worn but not on, rarely making eye contact with any other passenger. all the while, deep in his wild writer mind, he is compiling an endless report of happening. seeding out the mundane from the exquisitely mundane. steal me for your stories is robb's translation of the babble coming from the world surrounding him. and he is a master interpreter.
i've been reading robb todd for a while now. he has that something extremely satisfying buried in his prose that is exceptionally genuine in its effect. in other words, he speaks to my writer parts. robb todd is among the handful of blogger type folk that have inspired me to get back into the process of this craft.
i wanted to pick out my favorites, i had a hard time narrowing it down. but: "quiet the remedies" and "everything i think about when i am trying not to think". and then all the others. thanks robb for your words. now, go buy some goodness.