Last year, I read 100 books. Sounds pretty epic, right? Too bad most of them were picture books I read to my kids. I read exactly 13 books for myself. All of them were YA or MG.
This year, I've already read 10 books. Which is REALLY epic for me. I'm even taking the time to read The Hunger Games again (even though I just finished it 2 weeks ago).
But here's the thing. Last year, I was writing more. This year, I've really slacked off. Well, I started off strong and the desire has faded somewhat as the year progressed. But it's only March. So do I have time to turn around my writing habits again? Probably.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
As a writer, you always want to be writing, right? So I shouldn't feel guilty for starting another story, should I? I can't decide. I've got an MS that needs to be edited and another one to finish. Yet, I started on something else. I couldn't stop myself. The idea was there. I'd put a few plot points on paper. I don't outline. I don't plan much. Pretty much a total pantser. But I scribble notes as I go. Genius ideas that strike me at the oddest times. So I guess I felt like I had a genius beginning and I better get it on paper before I lost it. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.