All right, I’m doing this again. In fact, I’m doing this twice–blogging god have mercy on my fingers. I don’t know why. Apparently I didn’t learn my lesson last year. Or else I forgot all the stress, the wrist cramps and the memories of all the fantastic people I met.
Wait a second, that’s why I’m doing this again this year–all those people who came around and commented on my blog, and who had fantastic blogs themselves to read, that’s why I’m doing this again, ’cause one can never have too many friends to help dig a corpse pit.
Anyway, the reveal, yes. You may not know it from the title of my blog, but I’m a writer. I write for fun, I write for pennies and I write because if I die before I get all these lives out of my head, I’m pretty sure that’ll count as negligent homicide, and I can’t have that on my ghostly conscience. As a writer it’s necessary that I read a great deal. Last year my theme was all the wonderful fiction on my shelves. As I was writing those posts, I kept glancing over at my non-fiction bookcase, and how lonely and forlorn it must feel to not have even a little bit of spotlight in the blog hop. Well dry those tears, non-fiction books, ’cause this year’s all about you!
I generally read more non-fiction in a year than any other genre. It’s a necessary part of the writer game, as much as reading fiction, or sitting over a computer squinting at a single sentence for hours is. If I’m supposed to write what I know, then I better cram my head so full of knowable stuff that numbers come tumbling out of my ears in an endless Fibonacci sequence. What I read is all over the place from the obligatory craft books to history, to sociology, politics, religion and curious specialty books–even encyclopedias. I hope over the month of April to introduce you to some of the subjects that I find fascinating, both in the context of helping me become a better writer and to feed my insatiable curiosity. From antiques to zlatoroy, stop by next month for a peek at what’s on my non-fiction shelf. I hope you come away from it just a little bit stranger.