Reading.
Hard
to imagine, right? My dad likes to brag that I had read every book in the
school library by the time I was eight.
But
now it was as if I had traded my love of reading for a new love, that of
writing. And writers need to read to write. If success comes with sacrifice
must it be the one thing that I need to do to be a writer? Could the two senses,
writing and reading, not coincide?
It
struck me in way it was like having your first baby. When my son was born all
my love and affection went to him. It was so intense, this new love. It colored
my entire world. It was a force that hit me and covered me in need, driving all
my energy to it. Mothers know what I am talking about. You love your husband
but a child–that is a crazy intense love that takes you unaware. Eventually, I
found my own identity again as a mother and wife–and author. I had balance
again.
And
I realized I needed to find balance as a new author. I had become so sucked
into the world of creating. My brain burst with words, ideas, dialogue, action,
and characters speaking to me. I couldn’t slow my thoughts down. And in doing
that I lost my love of reading. All of my energy went toward reading.
I
knew I would need to force myself to read. Slow down my brain and allot time to
read. And I did. From book to book I moved. I would read a few pages then move
on like some wandering nomad. I couldn’t find my joy again. I couldn’t
concentrate on the words.
Then
a friend told me something that changed everything. She said now that I was an
author I wouldn’t be happy with easy reads. I would need more stimulating books
to challenge me. She was right. I had become bored with reading. I needed more. More from an author in the stories
they created and words they chose. I wanted to be affected by what I read. Changed,
transformed, and moved. I didn’t want to just occupy my time with empty
entertainment, like watching TV.
I
kept looking for the book to change me. One day I happened upon a sweet young
adult book, Sparrow Road. It was
beautiful and sad and hopeful. I cried (twice) as I read it straight through. I
had fallen in love again. You can read my review of Sparrow Road here: (http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/335479980).
Stephen
King said, “The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself
with your pen.” I aim to be less of a fool for sure.
So then
I thought, why not re-read my favorite books over again? The books I held onto
for decades. The ones close to my heart. And that’s just what I’m doing. I’m
re-reading White Fang now by Jack
London, then it’s on to Fahrenheit 451
(RIP Ray Bradbury), The Secret Garden, The
Crystal Cave, and Island of the Blue
Dolphins.
As a
writer I need to keep reading. And I’m glad I found my lost-love again. The
Argentinian writer, Jorge Luis Borges, said “I have always imagined that
Paradise will be a kind of library.”
I’m
glad my paradise is back. Have you lost and found your kind of paradise lately?
Donna Galanti is
the author of the award-winning and bestselling novels A Human Element
and A Hidden Element of The Element Trilogy (Imajin Books) and the Joshua
and The Lightning Road series (Month9Books). Donna is a contributing editor for
International Thriller Writers the Big
Thrill magazine and blogs with other middle grade authors at Project
Middle Grade Mayhem. She’s lived from England as a child, to Hawaii as a
U.S. Navy photographer, and has had a career in marketing communications. She
lives in Pennsylvania with her family in an old farmhouse. Visit her at www.elementtrilogy.com and www.donnagalanti.com.
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Thanks for having me on today, Mary!
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