Last week I said this week’s post would be about my cover. I changed my mind. There’s still a little while before the cover releases and I want the blog post about the cover to coincide with the release of the cover. Makes sense, right?
So this week’s post is mostly about me being dumb. Let me explain before you jump on the yeah-he-is-pretty-dumb bandwagon. I enjoy books. I love stories of all kinds. Real, fiction, book, movie, graphic novel, whatever. Characters and their journeys will interest me forever. Reading is also an enjoyable hobby, a way to relax.
Now, as an author I feel obligated to read and appreciate classic literature. Shakespeare. Dante. Fitzgerald. Hemmingway… They are all great authors, I’m sure of it. The only problem for me is, every time I try to read a classic I have to decode it. The language is dated and I have to look up an outdated word on every page. I don’t get the puns because they aren’t relevant with today’s society.
Take Mark Twain for example. I see a lot of hilarious and true Mark Twain quotes. So a while back I tried to read Huck Finn because Twain was such a funny guy. Ten percent in to the book I had spent more time decoding than actually reading.
I guess what I’m getting at is I want reading to be fun and not a chore. I read to escape thought, not drown myself in it. That probably makes me seem a little dense, but that’s the way it is for me. I find much more enjoyment from authors like Joe Hill or Jonathan Maberry or Kevin Hearne because I understand their language and reference base.
Feel free to leave a comment and tell me what I’m doing wrong. Or you can call me an uneducated jackass if you really want. Whichever’s cool.