In which I love the word, Day 3
I started reading The Hunger Games back when Mark started reviewing it, but I fell off the wagon once I got the job at the Symphony. However, one of my long-time twitter friends, Scrivener, just finished the series, in like three seconds (not literally - but if you know me, I can be an exaggerator at times).
Living vicariuosly through his devourment of the series made me remember how caught up in the book I was when I first started. I still have the e-books on my computer, so a couple of days ago, I decided to pick it back up again, so to speak.
Dropbox has made reading it infinitely better. I now can go from reading it at home on the couch, to on my phone while I commute to work, and then to my work computer while we have down time. This is why cloud-based services can be awesome. Who knew?!
Scrivener told me that reading this particular series reminded him to get back into his first love, which was reading. I agreed with him, but told him that in actuality, my first love was writing. He then stated that his love of writing stemmed from his love of reading, like cooking comes from the love of eating delicious food. I said, that would make sense wouldn't it? To love reading and then fall into writing? However, I don't mean writing in composing a narrative or piercingly deep phrases (even though I do enjoy that quite a bit), I mean my first love was the act of writing. Before I learned how to write, I used to just scribble. Once I learned how to write my name, I would write that over and over. And once I could spell, watch out trees! I was consuming everything!
Pen to paper, you guys; it was amazing cathartic, no matter what I was writing. So much so that sometime between the ages of five and eight, my grandmother made a special rule just for me. "No pen and paper on the weekends. Go outside and play with your brother." You guys, that is when I became a rebel. I would sneak writing supplies! Go hide in a corner and scribble like a badass! Covert operation: Nerdville.
My first love that my grandmother didn't approve of. I guess we just spent too much time together.
It's been years since that rule was enforced, but writing still has my heart.
Remember to love.
Living vicariuosly through his devourment of the series made me remember how caught up in the book I was when I first started. I still have the e-books on my computer, so a couple of days ago, I decided to pick it back up again, so to speak.
Dropbox has made reading it infinitely better. I now can go from reading it at home on the couch, to on my phone while I commute to work, and then to my work computer while we have down time. This is why cloud-based services can be awesome. Who knew?!
Scrivener told me that reading this particular series reminded him to get back into his first love, which was reading. I agreed with him, but told him that in actuality, my first love was writing. He then stated that his love of writing stemmed from his love of reading, like cooking comes from the love of eating delicious food. I said, that would make sense wouldn't it? To love reading and then fall into writing? However, I don't mean writing in composing a narrative or piercingly deep phrases (even though I do enjoy that quite a bit), I mean my first love was the act of writing. Before I learned how to write, I used to just scribble. Once I learned how to write my name, I would write that over and over. And once I could spell, watch out trees! I was consuming everything!
Pen to paper, you guys; it was amazing cathartic, no matter what I was writing. So much so that sometime between the ages of five and eight, my grandmother made a special rule just for me. "No pen and paper on the weekends. Go outside and play with your brother." You guys, that is when I became a rebel. I would sneak writing supplies! Go hide in a corner and scribble like a badass! Covert operation: Nerdville.
My first love that my grandmother didn't approve of. I guess we just spent too much time together.
It's been years since that rule was enforced, but writing still has my heart.
Remember to love.