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Book Blog Tour for Charades

It has been a whirlwind since the release of Charades, and an awesome one at that! I think the most exciting part of this journey is to hear people’s responses to the story, so it has been fun to talk with my readers after they finish the book. Read the rest of this entry »

Advice to writers: Write, don’t guess.

Don’t try to guess what sort of thing editors want to publish or what you think the country is in a mood to read. Editors and readers don’t know what they want to read until they read it. Besides, they’re always looking for something new.

– William Zinsser

Advice to writers: Read ceaselessly.

Hello, world. I’ve missed you.

I’ve definitely neglected this blog lately, and for that I am sorry. However, I have a (somewhat) decent excuse: I’ve been reading far too much!

Novels have taken up the majority of my time, but I also love reading up on advice from other writers. Today, I stumbled across this gem from David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker: Read the rest of this entry »

The real importance of reading.

Books

This pile of books sits right by my bedside. I look at them each night before going to sleep, eagerly anticipating the experience of discovering the stories and characters therein.

I got all of these books as Christmas gifts, giving me an exciting reading list for 2013. Most have been adapted into films, only two of which I have seen. “The book is always better than the movie,” most people say, so I look forward to following up with the films afterward and making my own assessment. Read the rest of this entry »

Amazing books that are difficult to read.

“Have you ever read [title]?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Whaaaat?! You HAVE to read it, it will change your life!”

Ever found yourself in this exchange and then, following the recommender’s advice, struggled to read through said book? I sure have. Read the rest of this entry »

We are not alone.

Why do you read? You can answer that later.

I read stories (or watch movies) because they let me escape. Ironically, this escape allows me to connect.

I get the amazing experience of bonding with a character – with a person. This character may remind me of myself to the point where I can imagine joking with them, sharing my own experiences and even confiding in them. Maybe they remind me of my best friend. Maybe I even want them to be my best friend. Read the rest of this entry »

Urban excursions and literary voice.

There’s something strikingly beautiful in a change of scenery.

My wife found a killer coupon for an upscale salon in downtown Vancouver [we’re suckers for deals, remember?], so I joined her for an outing and sat myself down in an industrial-meets-nature park in the Yaletown neighborhood. Read the rest of this entry »