OK – confession time!
In order to jot this post on reading books written by writers I know, I needed to first find my Kindle, which had been lost to the wordsmithing (is SO a word; I used my Creative License!) attrition that was NaNoWriMo and its December-long aftermath…
I hadn’t seen it in maybe two weeks. The battery is currently redlined; I don’t know how long I’ll need to charge it before I’m at the minimum needed to actually use it.
Which brings me to the beginning point (overstrike)- hang on, the start screen just popped up, negating the previous sentence…
I have 22 books in my Kindle Cloud that were written by writers I have an online or personal friendship with.
I’ve read 4.5 of them (the .5 is divided between 2 books, which I’ve read parts of but not completed.
I buy the books because I want to read them.
Really, I do.
But then –
I’ve been passionately in love with words since I was a diapered little sproutlet. I’ve been an avid (some would argue considerably more than avid) reader since I was four years old. I’ve been writing since I was seven, but not consistently…
There was a good deal of guilt imposed from the outside, for many years, as regarded my writing. I internalized that, and, for more of my life than I like to think about now, writing was something I generally viewed as a self-indulgence; something that took me away from the things I was “supposed to” be doing. Becoming a parent only intensified that feeling.
But, in the last few years, I’ve changed. Words and imagery are my currency, and the medium through which I can best reach out and take in…
Words have set me free.
I live in endless flows of stories, bits of dialogue, phrases, images, emotions, plot twists and tribbles (they multiply WAAY faster than bunnies!), and characters who absolutely live in my head, not under my control or at my whim, but autonomously…
And if I don’t set these forth in writing, sooner rather than later – well, the dam would break, and the resultant floodwaters would drown me…
So, I have all these lovely books, and most of them are siting neatly and inconspicuously in my Kindle, waiting, waiting, waiting while I write, writ, write….
(I think I hear them murmuring, sometimes….”Is she ever gonna get to us?”)
As a matter of fact, I am.
One of my goals for 2015 is to read all of the friend-written books currently in my Cloud. For each (as well as those I’ve read previously), I’m going to write up an Amazon review and post it, because reviews help authors as much, in their own way, as money does. Instead of leaving the books sitting there, I’m going to delve, learn, enjoy, and give a little something back.
For those who are interested, here’s the list, in no particular order, with links, in case you’re looking to add to your own ebook library and something here piques your interest:
- World Unknown Review (edited by L.S. Engler, and my short story, “A Splash of Red” is in here, as well as my friend Fallon Brown’s story, “Forever Again”.
- A Bowlful of Bunnies
So there’s my list. By December 31, 2015, I will have read and reviewed all of these books. I’ll be richer for doing it – every book I read offers learning and insight and its own treasures. There’ll be the giving-backness of completing the reviews, and offering that bit of feedback and support…
And I’ll get to know some friends better, by immersing myself in the words and worlds they’ve created.
How about you? Are you a reader, with stacks of print books (yeah, I’ve got bunches of those, too!) or ebooks stashed, waiting for you to get to? Are you a movie or television buff who can’t seem to watch all the things you want to watch? Do you feel torn between entertainments? Guilty for not getting to all the things you’d like to do or experience? Guilty for indulging them?