so, i've been on my own bit of summer vacation today, holding an impromptu twilight zone marathon, and it occurs to me how much my habits have changed over the years. growing up, i always had a stack of books around and was poking my nose in them whenever possible. even in school, i'd often be 'talked to' about reading the 'correct' books and studying with the rest of the class.
i still carry an armful of books around in the car, but find myself reading quite a bit less as time goes by... and as one of the seeming legion of folks out in the world who considers themself a writer, i find this rather troubling. my attention span for reading has diminished over the years and i find that i still pay attention to storylines and laugh behind my hand at what passes for writing in many movies or television shows and such (not the case in the twilight zone marathon... there are, of course, bits that are showing their age or that are dated to the early '60's when it originally aired... the strength of the show always was, and always remains it's writing... which is what disspointed me so much about the new versions of the show when they attempted to resurrect it... the twilight zone without a strong core of stories, and fresh innovative ideas, is just... sad... and rod serling must have been tossing the typewriter at the walls of his grave), but haven't been really practicing this craft nearly enough... which includes an ample portion of reading with a side of editing.
ah, the pitfalls of living in a video age, i suppose... but we'll see how the trade winds blow in the next few weeks... next up in the supply line of reading... some gertie stein and edna st. vincent millay... nummm.
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