Distractions

I’ve been trying to keep my brain busy.  Luckily I’m easily distracted.  Reading is probably my single biggest crutch, I can lose myself in a story and forget all about the real world I live in.  This week’s distraction is the paper back of New Moon the Easter Bunny  put in my basket.  I already read the whole series and was surprised because while I hated the story I also couldn’t put it down.  So now I’m trying to discover just why that is, the academic writer in me is studying the book.  But somehow I keep slipping into entertainment reading mode and out of analyzing mode.  I’m thinking that this must be part of the reason I couldn’t put it down, there’s something hypnotic to the writing which turns the brain off and the heart on.  But really, it’s nearly the silliest story ever, I hated highschool and have no desire to remember any of it, and if my daughter was dating a boy who forced her to do what he wanted I’d kill him.  The feminist in me thinks that books which encourage teenage girls to look for men who insist on getting their way ought to be banned.  (Even though if a book is banned I’m compelled to go find a copy because I really despise censorship, it’s just un-American.)  On the other hand, it is fantasy/romance which takes me away from the grinding reality of life.  We all need our little escapes.  I like to be distracted, especially when there’s too much to think about, too many things I can’t allow myself to dwell on.  And I’m all for anything which gets today’s kids reading.  So I’m conflicted in how to critique this, I’m both for and against it, while at the same time wanting to learn how to make my writing so mesmerizing that it can’t be put down of forgotten about.  What do you think?

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
This entry was posted in book review, feminism, reading, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s