I should be writing fiction instead of writing about it, but I must continue my year-end summations. I’m off tomorrow, so I intend to get down to serious stuff.
Anyway, I read some pretty good novels this past year. Much as I admire, respect, and feel a duty to read broadly in nonfiction, when it gets down to it, fiction is what I live for. (Well, Donna comes first, sure, but as we’ve been writing a novel with our lives…ahem) Fiction takes me away. It opens things up, offers newness in a way nothing else does.
As I get older I find myself reading more slowly, soaking in the sentences. …