I’m reading. A lot. I’ve always been a big reader. I just didn’t know how much so until I started the Empty Shelf challenge.
I’ve decided that this is the year of reading what I want. Not what I feel obligated to. So far, so good. And, honestly, each of the 8 have stretched me, informed me, challenged and convicted me.
I’m reading a lot because I have to. It’s a VERY important part of being a writer of any kind. You must read. Lots. And a variety. And not just fluff. I assure you, my list has been anything but fluff.
See. For a writer, reading is like spending time at the gym. Putting on the spandex. Getting your sweat on. Pumping the iron. Feeling the burn.
If writers don’t read, our craft becomes flabby. Nobody wants flabby prose. Chubby poetry. Muffin-top essays. No. Body. Wants. That.
By reading these books, I’m stepping into shoes which aren’t mine. Looking through different eyes. Hearing, feeling, tasting, smelling the world in fresh ways. I’m honing my abilities to build conflict and tension. Exploring more about life so that I can more accurately create characters who will be believable and loved.
I’m beefing up my writing muscles.
So, grab a good book. Make yourself a steamy cup of tea or mud or cocoa. Pull the snuggie on and enjoy a book.
Work it out, baby.
Tell me. Why do you read? What’s next on your to-read list? I’m about to start For Whom The Bell Tolls by Big Papa Hemingway.