I’m the worst kind of writer, the kind that doesn’t read. Stephen King says, harshly, “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have time to write.” Well, yes, those are both true. But somehow I find the odd opportunity to do them enough that I can still call myself a writer.
My buddy, Jeff, reads more than either of us writes, for the past two years exceeding his goal of 52 books per year. I won’t pretend that I can match that goal, but I’m starting a modest program for the next year that I think will be both enjoyable and fruitful: 52 short stories in one year.
But here’s the catch: after reading the story I’ll post something to my blog. It may be a single-sentence review, a standout quote, or even a paragraph or two.
I’ll try to write these blurbs with a view toward storytelling, i.e. what techniques can be gleaned from the reading.
March 5th, 2009 at 11:58 am
Hopefully i can balance out the reading with a bit of writing sometime soon. No plans to take up ‘rithmatic, though… (ba doom tch!)