And Not Even For a Workshop…
Yes, I always tell writers they must read for pleasure, but then never talk about my own reading here much. Granted, I did mention reading a number of times when working on the 1.3 million words for the anthology workshop.
But past that, I just think of reading for pleasure as something I sort of do all the time. Most in bits and pieces.
I am a paper reader. I don’t own a reading device, although there are a number of them scattered around the house. I do own an iPad, but never use it for much of anything. And I do read workshop assignments on my computer.
I have nothing against electronic reading. All of my books are published electronically as well as in paper. I just exercise the freedom that all readers have these days to pick my preferred form.
Plus I am a collector. And since you own nothing when you license an electronic book, that feels odd to me. I want the artifact. Nothing to do with reading, just the collector side coming out is all.
I would never do a Recommended Reading list like Kris does every month on her blog. I’m not that organized. I never keep track of what I read. I just read.
But I can tell you that just lately I’m reading a nonfiction book about early paperback publishers in Britain. Amazing stuff about writers in there. And I just finished a Cussler book in one of his side series that I had bought a number of years back and forgotten about.
And writers who attend the coast workshops here often send us signed copies of their books. I read two of those in the last month. (No, not saying which ones.)
I am also reading through old Pulphouse Magazine issues for stories I might want to bring forward through twenty-some years like a time machine. (More money to the authors.) And there is an entire book of stories I bought for Pulphouse, but then we shut the magazine down before I could get them in the magazine. Jerry Oltion collected them all in a book. Working through that as well.
And I am forgetting other stuff I am sure. As I said, reading for pleasure for me is critical.
It is critical for all writers to read for pleasure.
So tonight I decided to admit I was reading, not only one of Kris’s wonderful new books, which I was, but some other stuff.
And by admitting I was reading, Kris has now fallen over in a dead faint. I was trained by parents who didn’t think reading had any value at all. None. So I had to hide the fact that I read anything as a kid. And that habit has stuck with me.
But what the hell. I was reading great stuff tonight. And I enjoyed it.