i live to read
for those who is ignorant of my life and i (wise choice tho, i shud say), i consume books and magazine and columns and every single printed matter ever existed.
fact: i also read very fast.
and heres a closet skeleton: i read paperback romances.
frankly, i am a bit bashful admittng out loud dat i read those kinda fiction
but fact remains, i do
and the funny thing is, im the least most romantic person i kno
honestly, i think reading romances requires the tiniest amount of neuron activity and dat i like. i say, i read to primarily to relax and unwind, therefore im validated.so leave me alone. unlike sum people, i am NOT a literature snob. i respect nietzsche and wagner as much as i do howard or quinn or dahl or gibson or milton. its all around, indiscriminating, unconditional, convention-defying, passionate love that i feel towards books and/or reading. no regards. its humbling, realli
*cough*
off d tangent here
point being: my life is a lot made of me reading outta sumthg
so, its logical precendent that i wud kno good authors/writers as opposed to urm, the opposed. just sumtime you'd find a writer that .. connects. forgive the cliche, but the kind of writing that u cud actually feel you totally, utterly, painfully comprehend every nuances of emotional engangement being conveyed in the writing. i cant say i totally agree with good writers are those able to make readers self-relate to their reading (its only so often that u cud become a misunderstood nun living in the alps with national conspiracy looming in ur horizon and ull end up having to save the galaxy in 2 weeks), just the kind of writing that, for lack of better words, educate. in the truest meaning of the word.
i foolishly discover that anyone could think of a clever story plot with unassuming twists and nifty endings. BUT not everyone could write them in ways that works, at least not for me. and anyone who reads wud kno dat its pretti hard finding authors wif writings dat works for u. this is amazingly true. well, its like dat wif me, anyway.
this wud explain why upon every discovery of 'working' authors i wud stick to them until i suck them dry i.e. pratchett, fford, dahl, tolkien, sheldon, masterton, doyle, roy, blah blah
seems to be working (ask me again after i get the last 8 practhett books to read.)
comfort pointers:pratchett is still writing and fford is too, so i still haf time to find nu good writers. good authors (albeit, my good authors) shud be granted immortality. ythink?
the quest for more literature morsel continues, for the time being im temporarily content exploring a new niche supplied by 2 of my collegues. yay.
and the www factor, oh boy the internet. boundless, seemingly unending ocean of literature published all available at your convinience, to read to your hearts delight.
but being diehard paperback fan, i cud never betray myself reading wif any ebooks garnered online. just the blogs, articles, postings, ykno, lightweight readings.
all this digression.
my point: i stumbled upon my high skool's senior website and heres me understatementing her capabilities: she can realli realli realli write
i had goosebumps
she is doing her last semester in the states. her blog entries, her articles, her feedbacks and everything she has taken to write was absolute wonder to read
i was in awe
i tink i found an idol
i read all the entries back to march 2003 and came to one painful conclusion: i wish i cud write like her.
to which this trail of depressing revellations was unearthed, a)i have no published works. nada. not one. b)i have yet to finish one (read it, one) complete literature work on anything c)i really dont think dat im a good writer after all
the last one wasnt realli a suprise
as my reflexive mental self preservation kicked into gear, i found complacent (if not a tad hypocritical) facts that may/maynot aid me in my striving literature endavour.
simply: all in all, im doin pretti ok for a girl who was initialli introduced to english as a secondary language and has never lived abroad. and considering my peers, im writng pretti darn good stuff too. if u like chaos. maybe im an acquired taste. austen, ill never be but i never liked chuzzlewit anyway.
feel a lot better now
it is still my heartfelt wish to be able to be a good writer. nothing earth-shattering, just decent. i guess, i need to start being a writer first and foremost.
i like reading what i write, i guess thats a start
blehh
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