- Feel guilty about starting a project you promised you’d finish but never did?
- Remember an old story you started and somehow finished several years ago?
- Have long conversations with your characters to learn more about their lives?
- Wonder what your characters would do if they were in the situation you’re currently in?
- Dream about your stories being turned into films or TV shows but all those stories only exist in your head?
- Imagine talking about your published novel with other people even though the novel in question isn’t written, much less published?
I remembered and no technical issues transpired. If you’re confused, read this.
Incoming excuse. I haven’t been reading for pleasure as much as I’d like because I have short stories, essays, and other novels to read for school. More on this later.
Somehow I managed to finish two books I’ve been wanting to start for various reasons.
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
It gave him hope—hope that he had not lost his soul in the act of killing, hope that humanity could still be found, and honor could be regained…
My general thoughts: I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, especially considering the hype surrounding the series. Furthermore, fantasy is very hit or miss. For that reason I tend to shy away from the genre. At times, the fantasy elements drew me out of the reading experience.
The Forgotten by David Baldacci
And he would not fail her in death, as perhaps he had in life.
My general thoughts: I think Baldacci pulled off some serious issues with finesse. The book surprised me on multiple occasions so obviously I’d make a horrible detective/investigator. As a side note, it took ages to take a picture I was happy with.
What I plan to finish next month…
White Noise by Don DeLillo
Why: I started the book already since it’s an assigned reading for my lit class. I’m almost halfway through. Honestly, the beginning felt slow and I hope the story picks up. Thankfully, the themes are relevant even if it was published three decades ago.
I don’t know why but whenever I see or hear people talking about books, I get the urge to read. So maybe you will too. Happy reading.
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If I wrote a sentence every time someone thought I wanted to become a journalist, I would have ten novels written. Excluding those I have already written or abandoned. Clearly, fifteen year old me hated commitment.
Now I have nothing against journalists or journalism in general, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it isn’t right for me.
And who knows me better than me?
Let me get this out there so the next time someone points a finger at me and mouths the dreaded words, I’ll redirect them here.
Growing up, I fell in love with writing because I enjoyed the freedom that comes with creativity. There’s responsibility involved in creating art. Regardless, I admire creative people and I respect original thinking. Even though I write non-fiction all the time, creative writing breathes life into me. It’s like having wings and soaring through life. Writing without restrictions or limitations is the equivalent of flying to wherever I want, whenever I want, however I want.
I love writing. I will continue to love it. That doesn’t mean I want to be a journalist. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not in love with journalism. And I refuse to pursue something I’m not passionate about.
Thanks Charles for nominating me. This is late, but I’ve been getting worse and worse at being early.
I’d like to give more credit except I have no idea who came up with these questions.
You have 20,000 books on your TBR. How in the world do you decide what to read next?
I let fate decide for me. Most of the time, it’s quite random. Once I tossed some dice. Thanks Rachel for the suggestion.
You’re halfway through a book and you’re just not loving it. Do you quit or commit?
Probably commit and hope that it gets better. Most books pick up afterwards anyway.
The end of the year is coming and you’re so close yet so far away on your GoodReads challenge. Do you quit or commit?
What’s the meaning of the word quit? I tend to have a winter break at the end of the year, which means more reading for me. Especially because it’s cold in December. The last thing I want to do is go outside and freeze to death before I read as much as Herminialy (humanly) possible.
The covers of a series you love DO. NOT. MATCH. How do you cope?
I just do. The content of the series matters more than how the covers look.
Everyone and their mother loves a book you really don’t like. Who do you bond with over shared feelings?
Bloggers. No surprise there.
You’re reading a book and you’re about to start crying in public. How do you deal?
I’d run to the washroom.
A sequel of a book you loved just came out, but you’ve forgotten a lot from the prior novel. Will you re-read the book? Skip the sequel? Try to find a summary on GoodReads? Cry in frustration?
I tend to remember the previous novel the more I continue reading the sequel. Or I’ll skim through the prior book if it’s on my shelf.
You don’t want ANYONE borrowing your books. How do you politely tell people “nope” when they ask?
One time, a friend asked to borrow my copy of The Maze Runner. I gave in. But I might try to lie and make up some excuse about not having the book they’re hoping to borrow. In the future, I’ll just buy them the book as a present because I’m nice like that.
You’ve picked up and put down five different books in the past month. How do you get over the reading slump?
Read something new by an author I like.
There are so many new books coming out that you are dying to read! How many do you actually buy?
As many as I can afford. Even though I accumulate more books over time.
After you’ve bought a new book you want to get to, how long do they sit on your shelf until you actually read them?
This depends. Sometimes I’ll start a book the day I purchased it. Other times I leave the book sitting there for several months. Neglecting novels is what I do best.
I nominate all of you because I want to know your reading habits. Air them like laundry on your blogs for the world to see.
I have no idea what I want to do this June writing wise.
Throw some ideas or suggestions at me. Anything. Anything at all.
Poems, articles, short stories, plays, novels, etc.
Let it be known to everyone how desperate I am. Any help is appreciated.
Next time I’ll plan ahead so I don’t find myself in this predicament again. You can hold me to my word. When have I ever gone back on it?
I still can’t believe that in less than three hours, May will officially commence. Depending on where you live, it might not be April anymore.
Sadly Camp NaNoWriMo is also over/will be over very shortly. Kudos to everyone who participated. Congratulations to everyone who won.
In case anyone was wondering, I started off with an idea for a novel. Then I started working on a whole bunch of short stories and essays. So it’s hard to gauge exactly how many words I wrote this past month. Suffice to say I did a lot of writing. And I hope you did as well. Sometime in the future I plan on coming back to the novel. A moment ago, I opened the document and fell in love with the characters all over again. What can I say? Many fictional characters have stolen my heart.
Let May be just as productive as April—if not more so.
Start a book and not finish it.
With a few rare exceptions, I’ve finished every book I ever started. This only applies to reading. In case you’re wondering if I’m talking about the novels I (attempt to) write, I’m not. There are several unfinished manuscripts tucked away somewhere, all in different stages of completion. Or should I say incompletion?
Only have one copy of every document on my computer.
Because I make multiple copies of everything for fun.
Sleep in until the afternoon.
Half a day wasted sleeping? Uh-huh. Take a guess as to how I spend my (early) mornings.
I never thought I would say this but I’m struggling to write poetry. Right now, I can’t write a decent poem to save my life.
To put it into context, I have written manuscripts. Novels. Fifty, sixty, seventy thousand words long.
Yet I can’t string together fifty words of poetry, of verse, of creative love.
I crave structure. I crave freedom. Poetry gives me too much of the latter and not enough of the former.
See, aspiringwriter22 has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? How does aspiringpoet22 sound? Disgusting, right?