Love to Read

Do you like to read? Do you like to write? Suzannah from Write It Sideways suggests that writers will write better if they are also readers.

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1. Renew Your Love of Reading
Do you remember the first book you ever loved,
perhaps one that was read to you over and over again as a child? Or the first
book you read all by yourself? Or that love
story you read as a teenager that made you fall in love with falling
in love?
“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really
happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that
happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the
ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather
was.” — Ernest Hemingway
I’m wiling to bet there isn’t a writer, dead or
alive, who hasn’t been transformed by reading. But when was the last time you
got lost in a wonderful story?
If you believe, as I do, that writers do half
the work and readers do the other half, then the act of reading is an act of writing.
Maybe we need a new word to describe this
phenomenon, but for right now, make a writerly commitment to enjoy reading on a
regular basis. Make a date with the library or that pile of books on your
nightstand, and rediscover the joy of reading.

Night Meeting

Free short story read - a bitter sweet love story.

"Damn," Darren cried aloud when he stopped the motorbike in frustration and realized what he'd suspected for the last twenty minutes. He'd taken the wrong turn.
He rode along slowly, looking for somewhere to camp, when in the
fading light he noticed the cottage by the river. He traversed the little used
track leading to the building. Getting off the bike, he stood for a moment
outside the broken gate, staring at the small garden enclosed by a tumbledown
fence. The grass grew thickly as it tried to smother the sprawling lavender
bush and straggling red geraniums. Pushing open the gate, he went along the
stone path and up the few wooden steps and knocked on the weather beaten door.
When no one answered, he tried the door handle. It opened protesting. "Is
anyone home?" he called a couple of times.
The room was sparsely furnished with a wooden table and several
chairs pushed into it. Against the opposite wall was an open stone fireplace.
Beside it was a small stack of wood.
He called again buy no one answered. The place looked deserted.

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