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Close friends, family members, and the Boyfriend–especially the Boyfriend–know that I have a problem.  I like to think myself as strong willed, determined, with a good head on my shoulders. But this good head on my shoulders has an off switch when it comes to books, particularly when a chance comes to acquire books.

I’m not sure how to explain it.  I’m a sucker for those Sale bins at stores and book stores alike that hold nothing but the books nobody liked for a few dollars.  MUST BUY TWO.  Used books at Hastings… for a dollar with the purchase of one other book? SEVEN.  My school particularly likes putting unwanted textbooks on a table with a sign reading, “Free.”  Mostly textbooks about college help for reading and writing, a few on applied calculus, and some poetry pamphlets.  I know I took at least twenty.

This. . . habit is also inclusive to the digital world.  When I received my Kindle, my first course of action was to visit Amazon’s Kindle/ebook store and download every possible book that was free and sounded remotely interesting.  It didn’t matter if I would never read a glossary on the insect world or certain fairy tales of the Sanskrit, this was a vast pool of information and fiction that I could own!

And that’s another problem I face.  There is a large percentage of books that I pinch that I do intend to read.  Books that like to stack themselves into large piles in my room and trip unsuspecting passersby.  However, I lack a certain will to read.  Starting my senior year of high school, I just haven’t read that much, which is a real shame because I enjoy reading.  The process has become similar to writing.  My exhausting life has left little to no time or energy to pursue such interests.  So often, I am forced between reading or writing.  And it’s hard to find time to do that between working, sleeping, schooling, studying, laundry, eating, driving, sleeping again, napping.  I’m forced to choose and unfortunately, the essentials of life get in the way.

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I did not work today.  Today, I finished some laundry, sat down, and wrote.  It was a very nice experience, and in one sitting I managed to furiously type out 2,437 words without getting up.  Also, mind you, this was straight typing.  Normally when I write, it’s by hand in a college-ruled composition notebook, all of which I am forced to type later for digital preservation.  Instead, this time I went directly to my laptop.

What I wrote, though, was not my original fantasy project I’ve been working on since February (of which, I am at 34,583 words).  The one I worked on today was an incomplete National Novel Writing Month entry from this past November (I got to about 16,000 words), post-apocalyptic based off one of my favorite video games.  Last night, I was putting some things on my replacement Kindle, one of which was said Nano project.  I converted a file to PDF, transferred it over and did some reading before I went to bed.  Strangely enough, I was hooked on that old-ish writing style.  There was something I really enjoyed about that particularly piece.  It was detailed yet brief.  And I like that.  I’ve began to abhor overly-complicated details.

Yet, in essence, the piece is fanfiction.  I’ve written my share of fanfiction, of course, but I’ve tried veering towards the more original as of late.  I’ve felt that fanfiction gets me no where in the realm of writing.  I want to finally establish myself as a writer, and to do that, I must write my own things that I can publish with my name.  My name.

I don’t have anything against fanfiction and I see nothing wrong with the whole concept of fanfiction.  But, I’ve grown tired of it.  It got to the point where I have more and more ideas for original things, and fanfiction was distracting me.  I didn’t have time for original things.  Well, now it feels as though I don’t have time for either, but nevertheless.

What separates this piece from the typical fanfiction is because it’s different.  I say so.  I create my own characters, my own situations.  Really, I only use the backdrop of the setting.  I like Wastelands.  And, besides, it got me writing again, which I’ve been stalled on for the past few weeks.  I need to exhaust this creative tank before I can fully pick up on my serious project.  This is fun and it got me writing.  I am not going to complain.

Now, to work on my reading.  I said before how I was going to do book reviews.  And I will.  Eventually.  I just need to read books.  The current book I am reading is A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin.  I’m only a few chapters in and I can tell its brilliant.  My next book is Changeling by Philippa Gregory, who I’ve always enjoyed as an author.  I plan to do reviews on some of Amanda Hocking’s things as well.  It’s a diverse selection.

And, as much I will probably regret it, I’m going to do something, a whole thing with Fifty Shades of Grey, just for the sake of doing.  I’ll be adding some comparisons and thoughts to Twilight but I am not going to write a full review for Twilight or any of its sequels.  I’ve exhausted that enough (I’ll elaborate this in the future).  Perhaps I’ll do a separate review on Meyer’s The Host.  Also, I need to read Paolini’s  Inheritance eventually.  I’ve been following that series for God knows how long now.

Also, I’ve been thinking about expanding the readership of this blog, so I briefly—briefly, mind you looked at Blogaholic Social Network and apparently there’s a difference between Author/Writer blogs and Book Blogs.  Also, I’ve also briefly considered making a different blog for more casual points.  Who knows?  I’m going to bed now.

The photograph above is not mine.

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