I find I don't read like most everyone else. That
can sometimes be a plus, or sometimes a minus. I plod along at the pace that
the writing sets for me. I read with a
tempo that comes from the words and punctuation on the page. And maybe it's my age, or maybe experience, or
maybe it’s just the place I find myself in at this moment in my life.
After being on the Barnes & Noble book discussion boards
for over a decade, I find I’ve grown extremely analytical, and sensitive to finding
out just why I do (or don't) like either an author's writing, or a story. This can proceed into the extreme.
I’m finding I no longer can sort through
(delicately pick and choose) my words on a book discussion, I go directly to
the point, and it may mean tearing a throat out in the process. It’s not personal, just a clinical dissection,
which can harm a discussion as I cut to the chase. I feel I can no longer
participate on these discussions. But, it's for a number of reasons, not
just this one.
A novel should be about life, at least
in my estimation. A novel should be
about the truths of that life of those characters. A novel should take you along a journey of
self discovery....for better, or for worse, those characters should make a real impression on you.
And now, being part of a critique writers group, I’ve
been given even more reasons to delve into what words should, or should not do
for a reader - Finding out what a writer wants to accomplish in their writing,
that's important to me - And through this process it helps me to learn
more about myself as a person, not just as a writer. Analysis doesn’t stop with just the words on
a page, for me it goes deeper. My own
writing reveals who and what I am, a soul I can no longer hold onto.
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