I’ve been a very slack writer this year.
You might assume I was talking about my low output and avoidance of working on Arcadia, and that’s a pretty justifiable assumption.
But actually, I mean that I haven’t been reading as much as I should – because the number one skill required for a writer, above grammar and sentence structure and blah blah narrative and all that, is reading. Reading the shit out of other people’s books, working out what makes them work and what doesn’t, and reminding yourself every day that the written word is something you love and want to work with.
And to be honest, I ain’t read shit this year. The main reason for that is because I have a 9-to-5 job (that occasionally encroaches upon my weekends), and it doesn’t leave me a lot of reading time during the week, other than the hour’s bus ride to the office each morning. And, since it’s first thing in the morning and the coffee has only just begun to hit my system, I spend many of those rides reading more immediately accessible texts like graphic novels, RPG sourcebooks or Words With Friends.
As for nights and weekends, those tend to be taken up with other activities – washing dishes, writing blog posts, playing games or getting drunk with friends. Sometimes all at once.
So it’s been a very bad year for reading, and I’ve been feeling abashed about it for a while. Because, seriously, reading is the backbone of writing, and writers that don’t read don’t write anything worth reading. Which worries me, because this is a year when I’m doing more writing (and writing about writing) than ever before.
To get some perspective, I went through my library accounts to see what books (as opposed to DVDs and graphic novels) I had borrowed this year, since that where I get 99% of my reading material. And here’s the list of what I read in 2011 from the start of January to the end of August, sorted by author:
Keith Baker, The Fading Dream
Felix Gilman, Gears of the City
NK Jemisin, The Broken Kingdoms
Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars
Kelly Link, The Wrong Grave
Tony Martin, Lolly Scramble
Grant Morrison, Supergods
Charles Portis, True Grit
Annie Proulx, Close Range: Wyoming Stories
Annie Proulx, Bad Dirt: Wyoming Stories 2
Annie Proulx, Fine Just the Way it is: Wyoming Stories 3
Greg Rucka, Keeper
Greg Rucka, Finder
Greg Rucka, Smoker
Greg Rucka, Shooting at Midnight
Greg Rucka, Critical Space
Greg Rucka, Patriot Acts
Greg Rucka, Walking Dead
Greg Rucka, A Fistful of Rain
The Sleepers Almanac. No. 6
Peter Temple, The Broken Shore
Peter Temple, Truth
Jennifer Toth, The Mole People
Catherynne M Valente, In the Night Garden
Catherynne M Valente, In the Cities of Coin and Spice
Catherynne M Valente, The Habitation of the Blessed
Chuck Wendig, Irregular Creatures
Walter Jon Williams, Implied Spaces
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
Okay, I may have been wrong about how little I’ve been reading.
That’s 29 books over eight months, plus any I might have forgotten, and not counting the half-dozen or so books I started reading but then gave up on halfway/partway/three pages through. That’s pretty respectable, I think. And leaves me wondering when the hell I managed to read them in the first place.
Maybe I read at night when I sleep. That would explain a few things.
Anyway, there are conclusions to be drawn from that list, like the fact that I’m not reading enough literary fiction at the moment, and that I hope Greg Rucka’s new thriller comes out soon. But a better conclusion is that sometimes reading becomes like breathing – when you need something to survive, you stop noticing that it’s there. If you’re serious about writing, you read – even if you think you’re not reading. Because words are your air.
That said, I don’t recommend you do what I used to do when I was younger, which is read books while riding a bike. That way likes madness and head injuries.
As an aside, here is my to-read list at the moment, all of which I have to hand or on order:
Steven Erikson, The Crippled God (I got halfway through, had to take it back to the library, and will return to it soon)
Steve Erickson, Zeroville (note: not the same guy as the author of the book above)
Felix Gilman, The Half-made World (started it this week)
Stephen King, Under the Dome
Benjamin Law, The Family Law
Kirstyn McDermott, Madigan Mine
Greg Stolze, SwitchFlipped
Catherynne M Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Daniel Woodrell, Tomato Red
That should take me through to the end of the year and beyond, I would think.
What about you? Anything that you’re desperately immersed in at the moment, pumping life-giving text into your brain?
And speaking of being a very slack writer, I haven’t done any work on Arcadia this week – too many other distractions. Okay, I wrote like a hundred words, but that’s too small to note; I’m throwing it back.
So you can call me a lazy dickhole. I’ll bear that cross once more.