Photo courtesy of the
motion-activated camera at Uncle Cleve's cabin :)
Here’s a recent sampling:
The Emerald Mile by Kevin Fedarko
Cannery Row by John Steinbeck (third time through, first time in last decade)
Married Into It by Patricia Frolander
The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland by Cathryn M. Valente (Young Adult)
Writing Wild by Tina Welling
Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King
Tinkers by Paul Harding
As for my reading tempo, I am more like a cow. I read at a grinding pace, ruminating over the story/information and writing about it in my journal. I am a bovine moving its cud from stomach to stomach, making sure to absorb all the nutrients.
|Photo of Swiss cow by Lynn Carlson|
But staying up-to-date? I read recently that in the 1600’s, a reader of the English language had access to about 2,000 books. I have close to that many in my house! Then there’s the library, the internet, my Nook, my generous family and friends who keep giving me books… how’s a writer to keep up, and still find time to write?
Plus, I’m still leapfrogging in my writing from creative nonfiction to fiction to poetry, so staying up-to-date in “my” genre is impossible.
I give up.
But there are these flies buzzing around my ear that say, “When you try to get published, you’re going to be laughed out of the room because you haven't read X, don't know anything about Y, and haven't even heard of Z.”
Okay, dear reader, help me out here. What’s a bear-like, cow-like writer to do with these pesky flies?