My wife wanted to let everyone know, she was going to post this last night but I told her I would do it, that the only reason she had me read Twilight (getting more into it the longer I read it) is because she wants me to succeed in writing popular fiction. I don't blame her. She has seen almost two years go by with countless hours pouring over a keyboard doing what I like to do and I have very little to show for it. At least monetarily. She reads much more 'bestselling' fiction than I do and I appreciate her support. There is no 'but' in that sentence.
I am taken back to my first writing class in college and the professor came out, he is a professional writer and a 1983 Playboy writer of the year. He came out and said point blank, 'The average writer only makes nine hundred dollars a year. Some make a lot more and some make nothing. It averages out to nine hundred dollars a year. If you are thinking I will turn you into the next best selling writer, you are in the wrong class.' It was sobering experience. Especially considering how much the class was costing us.
She has also had me read a Nicholas Sparks book (I enjoyed it but I can't write like him) and she got me into the Harry Potter books as well (I really enjoyed them, although I thought book 5 was slow and I was right when I thought it would be a pretty dull movie). to my own end I have tried to get her to read some Stephen King (I think she might like Blaze and Just After Sunset) and she has read some short stories but not all that I recommend to her (she still hasn't read Aaron's story in Monstrous, although I haven't read Steve Alton's story in that one yet.)
I guess in the end I can say that we all have our own tastes, I like Pepsi and beer (I don't mix them). She is more into Jack Daniels and Dr. Pepper (She does mix these two). She reads much more sentimental pieces I go for more visceral ones. Actually, she reads more than I do.
Have a good Friday.
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