For awhile, I forgot that I could read books. And this sounds crazy and all but I would gripe and complain about how I never had the time to read when um…I never made the time. Back in the day I ADORED books. I lived for them. I remember spending Saturdays curling up with a book and not moving for hours. I loved books so much that I decided to write my own. And I did. I have notebooks of handwritten stories filled of teen angst and lust. I still have them, y’all.
I stopped reading around the tail end of high school because I was more focused on studying for tests and college entrance exams. In college, I was too busy reading for class to read for pleasure and after college I discovered blogging and spent more time writing than reading. In December of 2014 I decided to read again. I was inspired by Powerhouse Myleik Teele.
A wise person once said that in order to be a good writer, you should also be a good reader.