Most of the books that I own are books that I haven’t even read yet. I keep telling myself that I need to read them, but because of the sheer volume, that there are so many books, I feel pressured. A similiar thing happened with borrowing books form the library. I’m allowed to borrow as many books as I want for one month, sometimes longer unless someone else has put a request for the book. But I used to borrow too many, not read any of it because of the pressure to read it, and then I get overdue fines.
Once or twice, I had a 30 dollar plus fine. I thought of it as giving back to the library but the librarian looked at me with a half raised eye brow and looked like I was a disgrace to all book lovers.
So now, I restrict myself to borrowing one book from the library at a time and focussing on reading and getting through one book at a time. It sucks being an adult where you have to make rules for yourself.
But so far, it works and I am once again reading at a reasonably good speed.
I have Chuck Wendig’s Invasion book on hold, sot hat should be interesting. Side note, almost anything can replace the word apple, because it’ll still rhyme anyway:
A book a day keeps the doctor away.
And it makes way more sense than an apple.
I once bought a book for twenty dollars. I was supposed to record all the books I have read, all the ones I want to read and other book related things. Instead, I filled it with books I have not yet written and the only reason why it might still be somewhere in my room, is beause of the quotes scattered throughout the book. I’m a sucker for qoutes.
But today, I found a cool little thing (widget?) on the auckland library website. it’s a “cart” thing. You don’t have to request the book if you’re not ready to read it but all the books you are interested in one day reading, you can add it to the cart. It becomes a book list of all the books you will one day resquest, borrow, read and return.
I finished reading “Writing down the bones” by Natalie Goldberg and would like to share just one line from the book. How do you write? How do you start and where do you start?
Simple: You tell the truth and you depict it in detail
They are busy planning every second of every day of their summer holiday, those kids. They are wondering what to do with those 6 hours that they are not in school, not learning maths, not waiting for the bell to ring. But when the tv show has ended and they finally passed that difficult level on the video game, they go back to school and when their teacher asks them what they did in the holidays, they shrug and say, “Nothing.”
Boy’s section, Yr 8, Library
Reading a book under the “Boy’s section” of the library. It’s a Chris Ryan book, has action, fighting, a bit of murder and crude humor. The boy comes up to me, tells me I can’t read it, I’m not allowed. It’s in the boy’s section, just for boys to read.
Stupid boy. I can do what I want and I can read a Chris Ryan book if I want to. I don’t have to read about fairies and pink stuff. It is the start of an era, where I realise by standing up for myself, I am a feminist. Every woman is naturally a feminist, just by standing up for herself and other women. It is having a voice and telling that boy that actually, I can read anything from the library that I choose to read. Back off. It’s a good book.
Something that I have been struggling with for the past year or so, is writing to an empty room. There are no readers and you think, what’s the point of all this? What could motivate me to write and write every day even when there is no one in the world, knowing of my existence. Okay, a bit dramatic.
But I think writing is not about the money and it can never be. Once it is, you lose something so precious, so valuable.
I’ve learnt that writing is not about people (no offence). But it is about myself and writing only for myself. Even if I’m the only one who reads this, at least I know I’m being true and not trying to be someone else to please others.
I also learnt recently that writing is about so much more than writing because it relates to every aspects of life.
So that is why my blog is going to be about writing. It has been staring at me right in the face. This really is a writing-journal kind of blog.