Slowly, bit by bit, I'm finding my way back to into books.
I recall the irresistible draw towards them, the alternate time and space it almost always manages to transport me into, immersing me in the plot, spoiling me with imagination.
I do not know how writers churn out several hundred pages of words, seemingly effortless only to produce stunning reads that etches itself in memories. Words taking shape into flesh and blood, characters moving and speaking.
Damn, they're good! So, yes,I confess, I'm secretly a nerd that digs books and is excited by good reads.
I think I can feel words, nevermind the fact I'm not really good with them. like when they describe a fire scene, I can almost see vermilion orange fused with red flames licking walls. The heat, like opening an oven all at once and feel the outburst of the searing heat.
You cant really stop books, they intoxicate you, (unless it was some math text on deriving a geometric progression) and overflow you with places and things you wished you were doing or was there.
I particularly love writers that are very forward, or avant garde in writings, the ideas they have ahead of their time, although not impossible. Like H.G.Wells, Jules Verne etc. Its thrilling to know such thinking existed in the 18th century, sci-fi and all.
To put my point across, if I were to tell you to think of something well ahead of your own time, all you would have probably managed to cook up is either sci-fi,like finding another world co-existing etc or maybe ethical/debatable issues that involve religion or somewhere along the line wouldnt you?
Your mind cant really think of something original 200 years later and still be relevant, probably idea recycled by other writers by then wouldnt you?
*smirks*
I recall the irresistible draw towards them, the alternate time and space it almost always manages to transport me into, immersing me in the plot, spoiling me with imagination.
I do not know how writers churn out several hundred pages of words, seemingly effortless only to produce stunning reads that etches itself in memories. Words taking shape into flesh and blood, characters moving and speaking.
Damn, they're good! So, yes,I confess, I'm secretly a nerd that digs books and is excited by good reads.
I think I can feel words, nevermind the fact I'm not really good with them. like when they describe a fire scene, I can almost see vermilion orange fused with red flames licking walls. The heat, like opening an oven all at once and feel the outburst of the searing heat.
You cant really stop books, they intoxicate you, (unless it was some math text on deriving a geometric progression) and overflow you with places and things you wished you were doing or was there.
I particularly love writers that are very forward, or avant garde in writings, the ideas they have ahead of their time, although not impossible. Like H.G.Wells, Jules Verne etc. Its thrilling to know such thinking existed in the 18th century, sci-fi and all.
To put my point across, if I were to tell you to think of something well ahead of your own time, all you would have probably managed to cook up is either sci-fi,like finding another world co-existing etc or maybe ethical/debatable issues that involve religion or somewhere along the line wouldnt you?
Your mind cant really think of something original 200 years later and still be relevant, probably idea recycled by other writers by then wouldnt you?
*smirks*