Blaise Cendrars, I reckon (you have to start somewhere). I came across him through Henry Miller's recommendation, and only ever read him in translation (My French, in spite of those years spent at school, simply doesn't suffice).
3:AM Cult Hero: Blaise Cendrars
The hazy world of Blaise Cendrars Lee Rourke on Cendrars
"My dear sir, it's a matter of language. For several years, each time that I prepare to write a book, I first arrange the vocabulary I am going to employ. Thus, for L'Homme foudroyé, I had a list of three thousand words arranged in advance, and I used all of them. That saved me a lot of time and gave a certain lightness to my work. It was the first time I used that system. I don't know how I happened onto it . . . It's a question of language."
Sadly, I find myself not writing at all - at least not contributing to anything more than the ephemera of the internet. I really did set out with good intentions to tackle the autobiography this time, but even with the wonderful Scrivener for Windows to play with I just can't motivate myself.
So much so, that I think I might have to publish the work-in-progress under the title of Mockup (an unused title I quite like, but what the hell, you can't keep everything secret) and be done with it until I feel dissatisfied and go back to polish up edition two (these joys and temptations arise from the nature of modern, Print-On-Demand self-publishing).