I did it! I finished two books! The book challenge was just the nerdy device I needed to break my book reading curse. So, now I will issue my little book review to add just the nerdy finishing touch to my experiment. It'll be just like school! Then, I'll figure out the next two I'm going to read. The book, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, by Anne Lamott was one of those food for the soul books that I didn't want to end too soon--so I doled this one out slowly to stretch out the enjoyment. It was a book on writing, but not the boring nuts and bolts, colons and semi-colons kind of venture--although I read those too. This was more a motivational book for writers to keep on writing, no matter whether they ever get published or not. Most don't and I figure I won't either. She was insightful and funny to the point I was laughing out loud on every page. I recognized my own writer's sensitivity and neuroses in some of her actions and the personal vignettes she shared. I liked her so much, I think I'm going to select one of her recent novels as my next fiction book.
I learned some real helpful tips; such as getting in the habit of writing every day, to just blunder brazenly to get the words down on paper or computer, then editing and hacking to some semblance of readability later, and to write things down. I need to start keeping a notebook by the treadmill cause this is when things usually come to me, but then...it's gone...a brilliant idea never to be retrieved again, because my perimenopausal mind is like a bunch of swiss cheese, forgetting it by the time the sweat dries. I write down stuff pathologically at work, taking notes on conversations with students, so they can't come back and stab me in the back later, but I've never gotten in the habit of doing this for my blog. I'll give it a try.
I guess my biggest disappointment with this book is that it was published in the early 1990's--before blogging really took off. I'd like to hear Anne Lamott's take on the blogging phenomenon; I'm sure she'd approve of the practice as a great outlet for us mediocre writers that want to prattle publicly about stupid stuff. I've kept journals since I was a little girl, but then I felt unsatisfied, just shoving all my writing thoughts into a drawer with my underwear. I wanted someone to read it. Yes, like the Inca Princess is fond of saying, "I wanted to prance out like a little red show pony and show my stuff."