Stephen King makes a very good point about writing. To paraphrase: if you don’t find time for reading, you will find writing difficult. He recommends a diet of two to four hours of reading per day.
I concur resolutely with this advice. As simple and obvious as it appears, his guideline makes sense. Reading someone else’s words is a reminder that the business of turning sentences into stories is not rocket science. If one person writes a book, certainly a second can, and maybe the process is not so tricky. Books also confirm another fact. Rough drafts do find a home after completion.
My preferences are varied. Here’s a few books I enjoyed this summer:
1) On Writing – Stephen King
2) Master of the Senate – Robert Caro
3) Seven Steps on the Writer’s Path – Nancy Pickard and Lynn Lott
4) From Nobodies to Somebodies – Peter Han
5) Reading People – Jo-Ellan Dimitrius
6) October Dreams – edited by Richard Chizmar and Robert Morrish
7) The Devil Wears Prada – Lauren Weisberger
8) Logan’s Storm – Ken Wells
9) The Interview with a Vampire – Anne Rice
10) Power Broker – Robert Caro
The list is far from exhaustive. Of the rest, I either can’t recommend them, or consider them forgettable. Although in the case of Anne Rice’s Vampire Lestat, I wish I had a fireplace.
BTW, I shaved the mustache off yesterday. The furry caterpillar haunts my upper lip no more!
man, that mustache made you look tough… or like a cop… or both.
Charles Bronson is no more.
I just picked up “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep” (aka BladeRunner: the novel). gonna start reading it tomorrow.
you didn’t like Anne Rice’s book?! hmph. the movie was great.
The consensus was some guys liked it, but only one woman did. Unfortunately, that woman was not the Wife. * Sniffs * I shall mourn the loss of the moustache.
Do Androids dream of electric sheep is a great book. Definitely worth a read.
I very much liked Interview With a Vampire, which was the basis of the movie with Tom Cruise. Vampire Lestat started all right, but broke down chapter by chapter, growing more tedious by the page. I nearly surrendered several times. Her obsession with the passive voice grates.
No more soup strainer. I’m appaulled.
Now I don’t find sauces and Splenda flecks above my lip. Huzzah!