I’m in one and it makes me all antsy.
During the month of December, I abstain from writing.
I wander mentally and physically to whatever.
When I’m exercising instead of forcing myself to focus on the current story lines I’m spinning, I let my mind decide what it wants to think about. And by January, I’m ready to write again.
But I’m looking for something good to read. I’ve read all the chick-lit I can stand. I knew when I started writing that I most likely fit in that category so I made a point not to read any of it. I was afraid I’d import something that wasn’t “mine.”
Now that I’ve written three books in what would be considered that category (though hopefully assessed as deeper than the usual “looking for fabulous shoes and rich man themes”) I’m sure that anything that comes out of me, is mine.
To whatever extent that’s possible.
So, I’ve read Chick Lit by the dozens and I can’t find anymore I’m interested in.
I used to read thriller’s (murder/lawyer/courtroom drama’s) by the ton, but they don’t interest me the same way anymore.
Not sure why that is.
As a college student, I spent every free moment in the summer reading silly romance novels.
This past summer I read “The Bell Jar,” “The Great Gatsby”, and “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.”
I did finish “A Million Little Pieces” which left me conflicted about the Author’s theory on recovery. But I liked it.
I’ve been wandering around the bookstore for two weeks now, finding nothing that totally excites me. I did buy and am enjoying a Richard North Patterson book. But, really I need something folks.
Any suggestions on must read books? Classics or new?
And Jill (the write way home), don’t try to slip Count of Mont. in there…I know you hated it!