NaNoWriMo Day 25
After writing, reading is never the same
Maybe that’s just me.
In order for me to write, it is just me and my book. That is the only tale I need. The only story that need be spinning in my mind.
I guess you could say I have an addictive personality, or perhaps that I am easily distracted.
What I do know is this: If I am reading I am not writing. When I read I really allow myself to sink into the material – or used to anyways. When I am reading all my spare time goes towards reading, like an addiction. I have to have it. Which disallows me the ability to write at the same time. I can’t be addicted to finishing reading a novel and expect that I will have the same dedication for my writing. I can only handle one story at a time. And it is either mine, or someone else’s.
I don’t want to abandon my story with its rough hewn sloppy edges for a nicely polished up shinny book whose story has filigreed edges that sparkle and it’s cover is made of deep red soft velvet. See how alluring another story sounds compared to that slop you have been slaving over. But I know given time and attention my story has the potential to be nicely trussed up too. However, it won’t get there if I keep abandoning it in favor of a quick fix.
Also, now that I am writing, I read a book differently. I consider character POV and pacing. Did they set up that scene right? Could they have done it differently and been more effective? I am not reading merely for enjoyment any longer so much as I am reading to learn. There is no better tutor for an aspiring author than books, but it also changes the way we interact with them.
Right now I am trying to find that miraculous balance between reading and writing, but I still find it elusive and evading.