I need to read.
I get that sometimes, usually when my own writing isn’t flowing and I feel like quitting. Permanently. Sometimes, you have to stand back and get refreshed. See how other authors handled their situations. Look at different styles. Differnet story lines. Different characters. Just sit back and swallow a book in one gulp. When I read a book really fast, I start thinking about how long it probably took the author to write it. Weeks. Months. Years. And I just finished it in one day. That’s the slightly depressing aspect of being an author.
So I put my own writing on a shelf (or shut the laptop lid, as the case may be) and decided to read. And I’m not just reading a book, a few chapters here and there. It’s two books a day. Swallow. Gulp for air. Write a quick review for the blog. Grab another…repeat process.
So many books.
Hatchet. Run, baby run. The Outsiders. Number the Stars. What Hearts. Mockingjay. The Great Gilly Hopkins. Pictures of Hollis Woods. Jacob have I loved.
We have a lot of books at our house. Oh, how I love them! Seeing those shelves, packed with books (and coloured coordinated I might add—we tried that for fun), it just makes me happy. There’s nothing like the happiness a book can give you, is there?
I took a whole bunch of books, looking for a few I felt like reading, picking up those old favourites again. And then I started gulping them down.
It’s like disappearing into not one, but two worlds, and doing it so fast you end up confused as to which world you like best. But I like doing it htat way occasionally. I like seeing how authors write. I like to read it fast and see and feel and then later, when I’m finished, sit back and digest what they’ve been trying to say in their writing.
Makes me think about what I’m trying to say in my writing.