Tuesday, February 25, 2014
A Writer Writes...and Reads
One of my New Year's reminders this year is that "a writer writes". Sure, it's a tired old phrase, but it also contains a great truth. What I have realized in the past few weeks while taking a writing class is that it takes a large amount of self-discipline for me to just sit down and write. I could use the excuse that I don't have enough time, but while it is true that my life is very full, if I make an honest accounting of my days, it is clear that there are pockets of time here or there that I could use for writing, but don't. Taking a writing class has forced me to write, which is a very good thing. I have also acquired a pen pal (see above photo), and I am currently on day two of Jen's 7 day blogging challenge. I hope that once my writing class ends, I can continue to carve out the time to write. Book reviews, blog posts, letters, stories...anything that involves putting words to paper or screen counts. Because loving writing, thinking about writing, thinking about thinking about writing, while all good, do not a writer make.
One thing that is never hard for me to make time for is reading. In fact, although I do enjoy writing, I love reading. You might find me reading when I should be doing something else, like folding laundry or sleeping. Part of the reason I have started doing book reviews is because one of my quite lofty dreams is for someone to one day pay me to read. That sounds sublime. And even though a writer is, of course, someone who writes, it seems to me that many writers who I enjoy also spend a lot of time reading. Or so I tell myself when I stay up past my bedtime, again. Which is all to say that if you, like me, are a lover of reading, you need to read The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby. It's short and delicious, and I am off to finish the last twenty pages right now.