This summer I did one million big and little things that go along with raising kids, cats, husbands and families. What I did for my writing this summer, simply, in one word, read.
Or, as I like to think of it: I visited both the east and west coasts and got involved with a cult that loves books and mystery and another “cult” that loves technology in Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore; I enjoyed the company of Dorothy Parker’s witty and sarcastic ghost in Farewell, Dorothy Parker; I took the stage with Bruce – Bruuuuuuuuuuuuce!; I felt the pain of class warfare in a small England town in Casual Vacancy; I did all sorts of crazy things just to survive and felt the joy and pain of being a leader/warrior in the Hunger Games trilogy; I revisited the joy and witty banter of a favorite old TV show, and learned a few of the ins and outs of the acting world in Someday, Someday, Maybe; I felt pain of the suburbs and growing up in Where’d You Go Bernadette; I relived a former life full of anxiety and people pleasing (copywriting) in Truth in Advertising; I learned why I do the things I do in War of Art; and right now I am becoming more interesting by being myself in The Interestings. That’s just a few things I did (read).
I read everything. It all started with the back of cereal boxes on the breakfast table before school. You should read everything, too.