So it’s been a good minute since I’ve ventured into the pinning down and pouring out my thoughts onto this blog (or anywhere else for that matter). To say a lot has happened in my life, and probably the lives of countless others would be an understatement to say the least. So welcome 2017.
I watched a ball drop, watched one of my favorite singing icons drown in “mishaps”, and yet again, pen my wishful resolutions to take shape in this bright and shiny New Year ahead….but at this very moment, as I sit here keying and taking in this extraordinaire thing called everyday life I can’t help but flash back to the blur that we called 2016.
As the days continue to tick onward regardless of where we find ourselves, each passing year I continue to hold onto one particular constant. My love of books. My beacon of happiness that I have come to find usually embedded within the pages of a good book. It’s amazing what joy, inspiration, or even just a simple distraction a good story can play, running rampant against the confines of mere pages….the colorful chalk outline of my clarity….
More than half of 2016 is now under our belts and for the first time in a long time I honestly feel in the zone for reading. It hasn’t been systematically on a to do list to make time for my favorite pastime, finagling around work, family, or just everyday life to read more. It’s just been pure and simple…..Desire….Intrigue….A Sanity must some days, just to secure some much-needed me time away from the trials and tribulations known as life.
My Goodreads reading goals are more than on track, yet I have an inert book lovers longing to take it even further. I admit to taking myself off the readers radar for a while now. Yet now I’ve seen to have found myself back in my comfort zone, my familiar, my home away from home, longing to be snuggled within the confines of an amazing plot, invested in new and exciting characters, to be immersed in the plot of an addicting series. Yes, I’ve found my way home. Back to basics. Back to my love of reading.
Okay so I’m a little ashamed to say that it has been around a month or so that I haven’t written/or read any piece of literature in my all but nonexistent free time outside of work and family duties. Though it has not been for lack of trying, bad book selections, or the almighty dry up of creative writing flow. I must say that once again it has been my lackluster taboo of writing/reading drive that has left me a bit on the dry side of inspiration/motivation as of late. In the past I normally have at least been able to sneak a few stolen moments for myself to at least brainstorm a few chapters or even just take to reading a book or two that I usually keep tethered to my Kindle. Yet this month of May has been all but uninspiring for me to say the least. I’m hopeful that my feeble acknowledgement by way of this blog post will serve a higher purpose for me, or at the very least serve as a way to get my butt back in gear and back on the writing and reading bandwagon.
But I’m thinking that maybe a trip back to writing and reading basics might be in order for someone like me. Someone who, while completely in love with books, writing, and all that a good sound story has to offer, yet still craves having a hand in paving their writing/reading journey. As the first half of the year is moving swiftly behind us, I feel the need to devise a plan of attack to getting back on my writing track. A creative kind of “Keep It Simple” strategy, one to help foster daily writing/reading habits back to a viable routine for me. Of course making and setting aside a respectable amount of time to bring my pursuits back into a plausible reality will pose a task for me. But deciding to make the effort will be the first true step.
And so as we approach the half way point of 2015, I am making it my mission to seek out ways to bring my first loves (reading/writing)back to the spotlight. (And by the way I’m convinced that books need readers as much as most of us readers/writers crave the inspiration that the literary world affords us).
So to anyone else going through the writers/readers sporadic dry spell just know that you, my friend are in good company, and NOT alone.
On my momentary hiatus of all things YA, NA, and fantasy fiction, I have found myself taking a step in a different genre direction. It’s one that isn’t entirely unfamiliar to me. But it’s definitely a genre of books that I haven’t ventured into in quite a while (I’m talking middle school throwback). I remember the first time that I came across the book series Encyclopedia Brown and of course Nancy Drew. I can recall all too fondly of the rush of excitement that I felt trying to decipher clue after clue that would point to the culprit masterfully hidden within each book. So I decided that the land of crime drama/Mystery would be right up my alley. But as much enjoyment I know could be found by taking a trip down my childhood memory lane, I decided that I would take on a more “seasoned” author of mystery. One that is indisputable in her legacy of delivering upon scenes masterfully crafted of murder, intriguing characters, and secret after secret that carefully plays out filtering the plot until the very end. I am speaking of the brilliant Agatha Christie.
The Mysterious Affair At Styles encompasses every bit the perfect writing formula for bearing its imprint of a classic “who dunnit” novel. Ms. Christie paints a deep-seated plot created of enigmatic characters, detail driven scenes, and will keep you guessing as to who truly committed the crime of murder until the very end. My very first book by this author kept me up reading way past bed time (which is not such a forgiving thing for those of us day jobbers).
Taking on this classic, one written before my time, yet I couldn’t help but find myself every bit wrapped up in the story as if it were written just yesterday (even though the wording and language did trip me up a time or two). See this is the true power that books can wield to readers of all generations. Even those of us who only tiptoe outside our reading comfort zone on occasion. Sticking to what you know is natural for many of us, but what I want to highlight with this post is that whether it’s with books, reading, or writing, I’ve found that there is usually nothing to be lost and everything to be experienced in taking a trip down an unfamiliar lane from time to time in the vast land of books.
With daylight savings under our belt and Spring only a few days away, it seemed only fitting to reassess my Goodreads reading challenge to make sure that I’m on track (or at least not too far behind) in my 2015 reading goals. Taking note of the books I’ve read thus far, I’ve decided that since Spring is the season of anew, that I’m going to step out and take on a book (or maybe series) outside of my usual YA genre comfort zone. Old School Classic maybe? Or maybe something crime drama, science fiction or contemporary romance? There are just so many relevant and worthy genres to choose from. And while there is NEVER such a thing as too many books, I can’t help but feel blown away while perusing all the literary works of past and current authors in print. And I can honestly say that it does my writer’s heart good to see so many of their dreams, persistence, and dedication to their ideas and craft on display and shared with the world. This is why I decided to expand my reading mind. This is why I journeyed to venture away from my customary love of all things YA and dive into the amazingly unpredictable world of books in general.
Long live the true love of just reading to book lovers everywhere.
Almost two months into this newest year, I am one and a half book series on target in meeting my book goals for 2015. While I am still in pursuit of my writing goals, my reading goals are what seem to be taking shape, nicely I might add. I guess for me it appears to be a round trip of what’s familiar that is keeping me focused on the passion of my bigger picture. Books. Though a writer at heart, I find myself at a standoff off of with my hearts truest desire. Writing. (Sorry, but a too good to be true story/plot will forever be my comfort.)
With Goodreads, reading and writing pursuits seem to go hand in hand.
So I must ask, What comprises or helps keep you up with your reading and/or writing life these days?
Only a few days into the new year and I can’t help but feel the undeniable sense of promise that everyday life seems to carry with it within each new day that we’re privy to partake in. Though I am still standing by my no resolutions, only to live and capture something new in each new day state of mind kick, I’m still taken by the freedom and unpredictability that a new year hides within its folds.
A new year is more than a signal for new beginnings for us, it holds unlimited, untapped, and beyond the core of realization of all that we could accomplish if we more than put our minds to that something special that we hope to one day see as a reality.
A new year is more than a brand new you. It can be the dawn of new beginnings to take each of us from the land of impossible and down the sometimes winding, unimaginable road paved in possibilities that we hope to make a reality in our lifetime.
For me, a new year always poses as an early snap shot of what I hope will come. But more importantly, what I hope to make happen for myself. It signals my dawn of new beginnings, taking me from the trenches of the past year and storm into the valleys of my life’s what’s yet to come moments. What new beginnings are each of you putting into effect? And what are you thankfully leaving behind?