So there was a point in my life when I read quite often. Nearly every other day I had a different book. High school was the best time for me in regards to reading. Being stuck in classes with nothing else to do, (having finished other assignments already) I’d simply read.
    And of course in school you often receive assignments where you have to write about something you’ve read. Now as a student this is only ever frustrating, because for the most part it feels like your teacher is merely trying to check and see if you’ve read what they assigned. This is true to a degree, but at its core this is one of the ways that gets you to THINK about what you’ve read. Not everyone actually dwells on what they’ve just taken in. It’s just a book, you’ve read it. Either you liked it, or you didn’t.
    Well I think we can get more out of the artists work, more of their message when we put more time into it. It’s like a conversation with a piece of paper…with yourself. What did you get out of it? How did it affect you? Did it affect you at all?
    So after having graduated from college and having started my new job I’ve noticed just how little I’ve been reading. The speed to which I can read a book has slowed a little and that kind of upsets me, but since the brain is a muscle…I’m going to give it a little workout.
    I’m going to read books and write about what I’ve read. Partially a review, but mostly what I FEEL when I read it…and how I feel when I finish. I’m also doing this as a way to study. I am an aspiring writer with two novel ideas I want to share with the world, but I feel I need more writing practice and part of that practice would lie within studying the methods and styles of other writers.

This blog will be a form of studying as well as a way for me to find the depths of my creativity through the creativity of others.

Feel free to join me on my journey.