Confessions of an Embarassed Writer
I collect books.
Not special pieces of literature, first editions or necessarily best sellers. When something catches my eye, when I’ve heard of a great story from an interview or friend, or when I’ve popped into the bookstore, opened a book and just can’t put it down, I buy it.
I start to read and then…distraction in life sets in.
This is terrible for a writer to admit. I am not proud of it at all. In fact I confess it is my greatest fault. I am a poor reader. Ugh! That looks even worse in print.
I used to blame it on the fact that I had so many novels and literature to read in university I couldn’t keep up. I hated that I had to read something someone else was compelling me to read and I felt overwhelmed by the sheer amount.
Thus, I lost my interest in reading. I just couldn’t get into books again for a while after that. Well now going on close to 20 years, I guess I can’t blame university courses for my lacklustre effort these days.
It’s funny because the excitement is still there. I LOVE purchasing a new book! I look forward to cozying up in bed and getting lost in someone else’s writing. I especially enjoy supporting writers I get to meet in person. I love that feeling of being immersed, engrossed, transported.
But then something happens. I’m not actually sure what it is.
I don’t mean to say I am not reading at all. Right now I am simultaneously involved in William Joyce’s Guardian series and both Little Women and the Whatever After series by Sarah Mlynowski with my two children respectively (all incredibly amazing!) And for me, I have been working away at Tina Fey’s memoir Bossypants. I don’t mean working away. It’s not a chore. She is a delightful read indeed and so effortlessly gifted at it too.
There is that age old saying (or is it just my mother telling me that), “In order to be a good writer you have to read!” I believe that. I honestly feel that the glimmers of insight and inspiration I pick up from those varied sources are definitely helping me articulate my own work.
I also recognize there must be a shift in my routine, a more disciplined approach to my time so that I may fit reading for enjoyment comfortably in to my day. Yes it will mean less TV, less surfing, less blaming parenthood duties etc. But I think I am feeling a change coming on.
Last month, as school began for the kids, I dug out all the books I had in my nightstand. I opened drawers and reached into the depths of my shelf to draw out all those hard covers and paperbacks that I had either intended on reading or actually did start. I wanted to witness with my own eyes my failure. I am sad to report there were 11 books, with fancy bookmarks lodged into the centre of at least 5.
I do not need a New Year’s resolution or a professor to push me. I’m not looking for advice from other writers on how to stay focused. I just want to be accountable to myself.
So I am going to do it! I will get through them and I will even share my successes here to prove it.
And when I am finally done, I will sit back with pride and cheer, “Damn it! it’s about time!”
Thank you for making me laugh. I always enjoy reading your posts. I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award. Here is the link. http://sayanything13.wordpress.com/2013/10/10/back-in-black-first-award/
Why thank you sayanything13. I sincerely appreciate the attention and your kindness in nominating me. So glad I can entertain you with my writing. I will do what I can for this award. Thanks again.
Hahahaah – right on!
I have three or four books already on the go and one of them I’m actually committed to finishing, as I’m most of the way through.
Carry on, good woman, carry on….!
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