I really ought to read more.
I've always had a desire to become a writer. When I was about eight I would put together picture books by using the scrap printer paper at school. I'd make short stories about the misadventures of a couple of guys and a very angry cloud that loved to harass them and a retelling of Wallace and Gromit when they go to the moon to get cheese. As I got a little older I started making up outlines of stories I wanted to write. Most of the stuff I came up with was straight fan fiction of the TV shows I watched and in the end, I never felt like it was worth putting to paper.
Now I look at all the people who started around my age and they're putting out scores of books to the celebration of thousands. What if they felt like I had and decided that their work wasn't worth it? What if they decided that nothing they came up with would be original enough to get a following?
It's silly to think the way I let myself do. If I want to write, why don't I just do it? This doesn't just apply to me but to anyone reading this who feels the same about their own ability. That's why I'm writing tonight. But to write first I must read. For finding some reading, I'd recommend to anyone that Half Price Books is the best place to find a new series to start. If you're lucky, you might find the whole series for under 10 bucks, like my wife has on more than one occasion. It's quite an amazing place.
Alright enough rambling. Time to get over this headache.
