What I Hate About Reading…
Posted on | May 30, 2008 |
I really don’t hate reading, just hate reading a good book. There are times I can read a whole novel in one sitting, granted this has to be a novel that tops off around 200 pages. Then when you find a very long novel that has your attention. You will find any amount of time just to read a few pages. As you know I am reading Black House. Ugh, I have to know what happens. Those few minutes eating cereal and drinking coffee reading, I take the book to the bathroom just to squeeze in a few more pages. Lately I have been carrying the book around. I know nutty. And that is what I hate about reading because I want to read the story, I don’t want to do anything else. I’m glad I don’t ride the bus or trains because I would miss my stop.
This is what I would like to accomplish. I want to write a story that you want take to the bathroom because you just want to keep reading. I want to write a story that leaves an impression on you. Of course to do this I must write the novel first, it is on my to do list. I do like writing short stories because I feel I did my job if I knock you out with one or two punches. I don’t think I am ready for a novel, no yet but soon. I keep forgetting I am only 27, some days I feel a lot older or time is not on my side. I am only 27 and if I live to 90 I have 63 more years to go to fulfill my dreams. Grandma Moses became famous at an old age. I am missing something and that is preventing me from starting it or whatever. I have a feeling though when it happens, it will happen quick.
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