Help Me – I Need to Read

I have a terrible, dreadful confession to make: as a writer, I don’t read.

Isn’t that horrible? It seems I’ve fallen into the same fate as so many adults, who make excuses and come up with priorities, but who ultimately just don’t read. As a child, as a teenager, even as a young adult, I read voraciously. Not necessarily widely—although I definitely read the classics, my passion was for Star Trek, Star Wars and later Stephen King. Oh, I’ve read countless of those stories, but I haven’t read any Neil Gaiman; I haven’t read any Anne McCaffrey; I haven’t even read … well, I can’t even think of another author.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen: The Loss of Reason

Brandyé awoke to darkness and the muted roar of distant flames. He tried to move, and found his hands were shackled before him. His throat was parched, and he wondered how long he had been kept here, wherever he was. As he lay in the dark, he found he could hear the sounds of many people moving about, and suspected he was in a tent. He wondered that there seemed to be no guard to keep watch, and equally wondered that he seemed alone—what had happened to Athalya, and the Sarâthen?

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Enter the Season of Writing

It’s funny to think that it’s already September; autumn is coming, the days are shortening, the leaves are turning, and soon it will grow cold. It’s the time of year for reading, cozied up by the fire … and for writing.

I tend to get most of my writing done through autumn and into winter. Part of this is because January is always New Year’s resolution time, and my resolution is typically to write more. This leads to a burst of ferocious writing for a few months, which tends to peter out come March and April.

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