I read a lot. And most of my friends/acquaintances do as well. But for me it is not just books. My mother, a lifelong reader and wordsmith, loved the newspaper. And it wasn’t just the news she read, although she did keep herself updated. She read magazines, recipes, books, labels, graphs, advertisements–anything and everything that used words. I read two newspapers a day plus online coverage.
Me? Yes, I love books. Although I am not a re-reader. I read it once, then I’m bored with trying to read it again. I know what happens. I don’t care to memorize lines, I think that’s too easy. And I don’t want that initial picture that forms in my brain, that first love type of picture, the one where I know–just know–what the character looks like, how he walks, talks, smiles, laughs, to go away. Not any of it.
But I don’t want a stack of books. I don’t want a huge library. I don’t want to dust it, catalog it, file and refile it. Nope, I don’t want to maintain it. Besides, somehow I feel I would be limited by the fact that all those things were in my library. What I want is ACCESS! Yes! I want to be able to get any book now–as in RIGHT NOW–and read it.
Oh, so yes, I would need the time to do that. Hmmm…need to think that through a bit more.
And there it is. The problem. Slight, but not! Damn, as if there wasn’t always…It’s time. If I’m doing all that reading, when am I doing all this writing. And it is the story. Always the story. It is the story that draws me back into my own writing. So reading? Yes. Writing? double Yes.