I write when I have something to say, and also when I don’t. My prose is better when there is emotion driving it. Otherwise, it is just boring science writing. Case in point: I was drafting a post on the books I like to read, just for kicks. Left it for 5 minutes and went back, and Christ, it was the most mind-numbingly boring piece I wrote.
So now, how to piece together a list of the books I like without just saying: “Books I Like” or some such crap? I should set higher standards. I did write something craptastic in 2006, the list of books I aimed to read, but after 3 years, I’ve realized that the books I want to read and the books I like to read are two different kinds. I want to read NYT’s 10 best books of 2009. I like reading YA, Fantasy, and biographies. There is a little progress though. I think I’ve gone through half.
It’s helped a bit, going through the archives. It’s made me know myself, and like myself, a little better. And if writing helps me come to terms with who I am, that’s good right? At the end of the day, I just want to be happy with the choices I’ve made. So for now, expect a post on the books I’ve read in the next couple of days. A lame one. So that I can look back three (more) years from now and marvel at how dorky I was. And here I wonder why I’m socially inept.