There are big thoughts in my head about big issues, but we can’t go there now. The mechanism within me that moves big thoughts into tiny words is offline. So we’re stuck with another one of these psots where I just kinda dump my brain on the table like a purse that needs cleaning. Excuse the melted lipstick and extra Kroger Plus cards; I’ll probably just throw those out.
I’m doing beta reading for people, and that’s often fun. The people I’m beta-reading for now are great authors, so I’m not having that uncomfortable feeling I’ve gotten in the past where I try to figure out a way to tell people that there’s really not a single thing I liked about their story other than the fact that it was nicely double-spaced and well justified along the right margin. It’s taking me forever, though. Whenever I beta-read I’m torn between reading-as-a-writer and just-reading. I used to work with writers who wanted me to read their stuff sitting in front of my desktop computer. I don’t do that anymore because then I never evaluate the book as a reader but as a co-writer of sorts. And to me the point of being a beta-reader is that the storyteller wants a READER. So now I load the stories onto my Kindle and read them the same way I read other books.
Okay. This entry is only half of the usual 500 words, but it’s ending now. Why? because I’ve fallen asleep at the keyboard twice now. If I’m that disinterested in what I’m writing I can just imagine how you feel.
