Monthly Status Report
So, after my slump in August, September ended up being a very good month, writing-wise and other. I decided to put my revision on hold for Nano, to use its energy to power me through the rest of the rewrite, so I haven’t done much on that.
But I have gotten some more work done on the website — still obviously more needs to be done, but it’s on the right track. And I wrote two flash fiction pieces: a story about a dragon at Christmas and the next installment of my Tarot series, IX – The Hermit. I’m pretty happy with both of them, but still awaiting feedback on the dragon story.
The decision to focus on my routines has paid off. I have been sleeping better and feeling like I have more energy. The writing is more consistent, too, which is expected and a nice side effect.
So, now onto the optional question:
October 2 question – It’s been said that the benefits of becoming a writer who does not read is that all your ideas are new and original. Everything you do is an extension of yourself, instead of a mixture of you and another author. On the other hand, how can you expect other people to want your writing, if you don’t enjoy reading? What are your thoughts?
When I saw this question, I will admit I was a little dumbfounded. Why would someone who does not read even want to be a writer? It’s like someone who hates music wanting to play the piano. What is the point if it’s not your thing?
Reading has always been my thing. Oh, there was a period when I didn’t know about the type of books I would have liked to read, and I was reading all this realistic fiction, and got bored with in, and thought I didn’t like reading anymore, but that was just because I didn’t know about the right books. As soon as I found Nancy Drew, I was off again, usually finishing a book a day, despite going to school. And after Nancy, there was Agatha Christie.
And then, in junior high, I found some Piers Anthony Xanth books in my cousin’s room. Then Mercedes Lackey, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Ursula K. LeGuin . . .
Writing is just an extension of all that. I wanted to stay in those worlds forever, but more, I wanted to create my own. I found books that I loved, but also books I wanted to love, but didn’t . . . where the idea was fascinating, but the book wasn’t what I wanted. And so, I wanted to write those stories.
And that’s where I am now. I want to write all the stories that I want to read that don’t exist yet, except in my head. But if I didn’t read . . . what would I write? And why would I write?
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