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A Bourne revelation

So I’m the kind of person to jump all over the place. Seriously. One week I’m purposely and dreadfully busy, the next I have absolutely nothing to do. One moment I’m obsessing over fanfiction, the next I find it a waste of time. I’ll have tunnel-vision for one fandom/actor/character and then after a few weeks I’ve moved on and completely forgotten all about it. (Except for Supernatural. I always love Supernatural.)

So despite the fact that I ran out and purchased Veronica Roth’s “Insurgent” almost as soon as it came out (“Divergent” was absolutely amazing!), I had this sudden and absolute need late last week to read “The Bourne Identity.”

Yes, this is pretty random. Prompted by my excitement for THE BOURNE LEGACY, coming out in August, I just had to read it. It instills nostalgic memories of camping and lugging around a huge, first-edition hardcover from the library at the age of thirteen. (I believe I have recessive reading traits. I read intricate adult novels as a child, and now concentrate mostly on YA!) So I ran out and purchased it. And made it to about the 200-page mark, and realized that not only did I not want to finish, but that I don’t think I ever actually finished it as a child, either.

The story is interesting. Exciting. So why is it that I get so bored with it?

I think I know why. It’s the fact that everything is described in frustrating detail. That I’m 200 pages in and only a couple or so hours into the main story. That there’s way more telling than there is suggesting.

Sometimes I just want to remind some authors that it’s their job to incite the imaginations of their readers – not to describe their own imagination. But maybe that’s just my opinion of what an author should do. Who am I to question a best-selling, multi-franchise author?

Maybe I’ve just realized why I like YA and mid-grade books better. I think I’ll save the rest of “The Bourne Identity” for when I’m camping. Maybe that will help.

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Bad habits and new ideas

I have a really awful habit. It’s because I’m addicted to the smell of crisp pages, to the look of bright, well-designed covers. It’s because I’m motivated by the mystery of what story is being told within, and because I am completely unmotivated within the confines of my own home.

I am addicted to buying books – and never reading them.

My father used to think that purchasing books was a waste of money. He never understood the value in spending money on something that you could borrow for free from your friends or from the library. His views are completely valid – besides supporting the author, what’s the point in having a whole bunch of books that you will only, in most cases, read once (or in my case, never read?)

Okay, I shouldn’t say that I’ll never read them. One of the most important parts of being a[/n aspiring] novelist is reading. You read what’s good, you read what’s bad. You read what works and you read what doesn’t. You learn from established professionals, and you try not to be too offended when you’re sure you could write better than this or that debut author. (Here’s a hint – all writers are egotistical to an extent. I’d argue that this can be said about any creative professional – photogs, designers, ect.)

Here’s a sampling of many of the books I own but have never read:

Lots of words by the average and the amazing that have yet to meet my eyes. (Sorry, John Green! I guess there are three of yours there!)

Another one of my book woes is the space. I am constantly purchasing new novels, but have virtually nowhere to put them. Currently, they are overloading my dresser and our shelving unit. There are also a whole bunch boxed up in our storage room somewhere. (Read: small bedroom jam-packed with two computer stations and a million boxes. It’s a disaster.)

(Yes, you’re looking at some bona-fide old Hardy Boys books there. I collect them. It’s odd.)

We do actually own a bookcase. Unfortunately, it houses a couple hundred or more DVDs. That we never watch. And don’t expand on anymore. Because as geeks, we’re far too swept up in the digital age to be bothered by hard copies anymore*!

(A little bit of daily cuteness – Ada popped by to see what I was doing with the camera and all that flashing.)

Anyway, so this is my plan: I am going to make a list of all of the DVDs I want to get rid of and sell them for $2-$3 each to my family and friends in order to make space for my books. Then, I’ll take that money and put it directly into our wedding fund! Every little bit counts, because we’re paying for everything ourselves. And I demand an Italian honeymoon. He knows about it, I swear.

What do you think? Do you think my plan will pay off, or will cataloging my movies be a waste of my time?

*I realize that this statement is ironic after writing a post about purchasing non-stop hard-copy books. I bought an eReader. I used it to read one book. And I still can’t stop purchasing paperbacks. I told you it was an addiction, alright? Besides… there is nothing – NOTHING – in the world like a book in you hand. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.


It totally takes time!

I just read a great blog post by literary agent Janet Reid on how good writing takes time and really wanted to share it.

She speaks about how some of the best writers took years and years to write their famous works. Some of her examples, like T.S. Elliot, surprised me. Others did not – it should take a large chunk of time to write an extremely long and arduous piece. Did you know that Tolkien took twelve years to write the Lord of the Rings trilogy? I used to think that was a long time, but when you factor in that he created an entire world and developed several full languages… it’s not so hard to believe.

In my neck of the woods, YA fiction, I believe that it takes John Green about two years or more to write a book.

The fact that good writing takes a long time is a interesting point-of-view, as other esteemed novelists, such as Stephen King, insist that to be a good author you must write something like 2,000 words a day.

I’m okay floating in the good-writing-takes-time boat – at the beginning of April, it will be two years I have been working on my novel! Eep! I’m looking forward to finally having something to show for all of my hard work and the hundreds and hundreds of hours. Something to show the people who said, “Well, you don’t have to write.” Maybe I don’t get paid for this job, but it is a job. And yes, I do have to do it!

Being a traditionally published author has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. What’s yours?