I have often been asked what my favorite genre to read is, my favorite genre to write, who my favorite author is.......and my answer to all of these and those like them is I don't have one. Seriously. I don't have a favorite author. I don't have a favorite type to read or write. I love to read and write, period.
I love to read nearly everything. Last week I finished Andy Taylor's (of Duran Duran fame (insert girly giggle here) autobiography, Wild Boy, and it was such a fun read I finished it in a day. I love learning things about people I never knew before.
Right now I am finishing up Need, by Carrie Jones and yes I will continue reading the series because it to is a great fun read that captured my attention and imagination. On my list next to read is a biography on the great feminist/community activist Jane Addams. I am excited and hopeful that I can learn more about her.
I am always open to going to the library and picking up a book without knowing anything about it. Sometimes you get a dud, and sometimes you get an OMGoodness, What Have I Been Missing, moment. I live for those moments. They are like finding a dollar in the pocket of your winter coat when you put it on for the first time of the season.
I am also open to suggestions from people I know about great reads. So anyone have some suggestions for my book list? Yes, I know, I am a nerd, I do actually keep a list of to read and have read........I'll just walk away right now.....
Happy Reading!
Monday, January 9, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
A New Year, Beginning Yet Again
Some really smart person once said, "It isn't how many times you fall down, it's how many times you get back up."
This describes me perfectly. I fall down, a lot. No really, like a lot. I fall down physically a lot. I can trip over my feet, air, smooth concrete, well, you name it. I fall down mentally a lot. I obsess over small insignificant things, turning them over and over until I finally drive myself half crazy. Then I forget what I was worrying over. I fall down professionally. A lot.
In June, after receiving a negative critique and then never receiving a promised critique over my WIP I quit writing. I shelved it and decided to return to school. Something else that I had shelved. While I write in my classes, a lot, I knew I was missing something. I couldn't put my finger on it.
After my fall finals were over and I had time on my hands I was bored and a bit antsy. I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't decide what the problem was. Then I found it. I was daydreaming, which I do a lot, and a great story came into my brain. I could see the characters, the plot, and well, everything. I wrote it down in a very rough outline. I sat back and it was my Oprah A-HA moment. I had been missing my creative writing. I missed it a lot.
So guess who's back? I am not writing to be published, although that would be really nice. I am writing as an outlet for my creativity, my daydreams, my thoughts, my feelings and my experiences. I am writing because that's what I am. I am a writer.
This describes me perfectly. I fall down, a lot. No really, like a lot. I fall down physically a lot. I can trip over my feet, air, smooth concrete, well, you name it. I fall down mentally a lot. I obsess over small insignificant things, turning them over and over until I finally drive myself half crazy. Then I forget what I was worrying over. I fall down professionally. A lot.
In June, after receiving a negative critique and then never receiving a promised critique over my WIP I quit writing. I shelved it and decided to return to school. Something else that I had shelved. While I write in my classes, a lot, I knew I was missing something. I couldn't put my finger on it.
After my fall finals were over and I had time on my hands I was bored and a bit antsy. I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't decide what the problem was. Then I found it. I was daydreaming, which I do a lot, and a great story came into my brain. I could see the characters, the plot, and well, everything. I wrote it down in a very rough outline. I sat back and it was my Oprah A-HA moment. I had been missing my creative writing. I missed it a lot.
So guess who's back? I am not writing to be published, although that would be really nice. I am writing as an outlet for my creativity, my daydreams, my thoughts, my feelings and my experiences. I am writing because that's what I am. I am a writer.
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