Are you a bookworm? Do you love getting your hands on a new book and can’t wait to devour the juicy story within? Does the scent of an old book make you warm and fuzzy inside? Well, you’re among friends here.
Before eBooks, book loving individuals needed to be proud owners of a library card (or several), have loads of dispensable cash or scrounge around at op shops and garage sales to feed the reading bug.
Another hurdle each bibliophile had to overcome was the storage of these purchased, gifted and swapped books. These delicious doorways into lost worlds and whimsy took up space. The delightful feeling of walking into a room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crammed with all manner of books, bound in soft leather and hard covers, almost sends book lovers into fits of pleasure. But realistically, most of us don’t have libraries on the scale of the Beast in Beauty and the Beast, despite most of us hoping to get lost in that room for eons with nothing to do but devour those stories.How many print books do you own?
I have between 100 and 200 print books at home. Most of them are not new, and most of them are unread.
With the invention of eBooks, the habits of book lovers all over the globe have changed.
Instead of needing physical space for books, we can store hundreds or thousands of books on eBook readers, storing them on electronic shelves in cyberspace. We no longer have to scrounge our spending money to pay premium prices for new release books. Instead, we can get thousands upon thousands of eBooks for a fraction of the cost of print books. Some authors and publishers are even willing to give you copies of their books in return for a review, not to mention the vast amount of self-published eBooks out there for free. eBooks are shiny and sleek and new, and can be taken with you everywhere without breaking your bank or your back. I think I’m getting dizzy!
How many eBooks do you own?
I own well over a thousand eBooks. Let that sink in a little. Over a thousand.
Based upon my reading statistics for the last few years, that is about ten years of reading. Even if I do not obtain any more books, I will be happily reading eBooks until 2025.
Think for a minute on that little piece of information.
Bibliophiles no longer need to worry about having physical space for books. The prices are lower and the books themselves are more obtainable than ever with the electronic age. The amount of books out there is only ever going to increase as it becomes easier and easier to publish eBooks.
If you only need to part with a couple of dollars, instead of $20 or $30, are you not more likely to do so? Does the ease in which this new style of book is available to us impact upon the desire to own them? Do they encourage binge buying episodes? Are our carefully structured rules for control over our voracious reading habits inhibited by the lure of the free or cheap eBooks?
I say yes!
But is a book addiction really an issue?This topic ties in with the general ‘book addiction’ topic that has been covered in great detail by many others, ranging from book and writing/reading blogs, to book addicts. One I found particularly interesting:
Are you a book addict – ebook or otherwise?
Why do we write? Why do we read? And is the answer to these questions the same?
Creative, by definition, is characterised by originality of thought. Why then do we, as writers, put pieces of ourselves into our work? Are we saying that our thoughts and ideas, and by extension ourselves, are original and therefore worthy of consumption by the reading population?
The answer appears to have as many facets as the original question. Continue reading
Thanks to Writings by Ender for the writing prompt: fear.
These characters are from my WIP, yet this situation is unlikely to actually happen in the story. It was a great chance to explore them and the situation though. 🙂
Ash stood in the middle of the shop, his muscles frozen. The crackle of flames grew louder as he stood, uncertain of what to do. His face flooded with sweat, his nostrils stung from the acrid smoke and his eyes burned.
He coughed so hard he was sure his lungs were trying to escape his chest cavity. Trying to leave him too, the gaping hole she’d left behind so vast it swallowed him whole. A can rattled down one of the aisles and he squinted into the haze.
A fist loomed into his vision and connected with his face. His head snapped back and he bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. His body flung backwards, knocking shelved items in every direction. Ash fell to his knees, his head hung low, a steady stream of blood falling to the shiny floor.
“She was delicious.” Jerry taunted. His voice lingering disembodied in the smoky haze. “I should have taken longer with her. Teased her life from her heaving carcass with delicate precision. Made her suffer greatly.”
Ash lunged out, trying to inflict pain. “Fight me like a man!” His hands met nothing but smoke.
Jerry laughed. “You can’t hurt me.” He threw a can of tomato soup at Ash, the metal can hit him in the chest with a dull thud. “Just like you couldn’t save her.”
Ash trembled, coughed and then a howl of rage erupted from him. He lowered his head to the ground and screamed. “You stole her!” Blood and spittle flew from his mouth. The skin of his face mottled from dozens of bruises, cuts ripped open and fresh trails of blood painted him a grizzly mask of pain and fear.
“Yes I did.” A chuckle stole from Jerry’s mouth. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.” He stalked around Ash’s prone form, removing a pick axe from the shelf. “Except die.”
Jerry swung the axe at Ash’s head, but Ash jerked backwards, the metal spike missing his face by a few centimetres. The pick axe buried itself into the shop floor.
Ash jumped up, turning to Jerry and kicked him in the crotch. Jerry dropped like a sack of shit, his mouth opening and closing like an aggravated goldfish. His lungs forgot how to work and it felt like his guts were trying to climb up his oesophagus.
Ash pushed Jerry to the floor, pressing his boot against Jerry’s head. “You were saying?” Ash ground his foot against Jerry’s face. His boot tore and bruised Jerry’s flesh. “Fucker.”
He leant down and grabbed one of Jerry’s fingers, twisting it the wrong way so hard the bones snapped.
A storm of emotions played across Jerry’s face. Ash grabbed another finger and ripped it back until he heard another delightful pop and Jerry’s hiss of protest.
“I’m gonna slit your throat,” Ash dropped his knee into Jerry’s back. “Hear you squeal like-”
“Just like Hetty did!” Jerry ground out between clenched teeth.
Ash reeled as if he’d been struck, pushing himself back until he sat on his butt on the floor. He dropped his head to his hands and fought to keep his mind in the present.
Even fearing for his life could not shake Hetty’s hold on his mind anymore. He slipped into memories of her. The warmth of her love smothered him. Her shy smile and furtive glances entranced him.
The vision of her broken body seared lashes across his memory and stole his breath.
Jerry forced himself to his feet, a bloody grin splitting his face in two.
“Perhaps you’d like to join her?” He grabbed the broken man before him and dragged him across the shop. “After I’ve had some fun, of course.”
I may have promised you all a winning blog post about NaNoWriMo… it’s late, but here it is!
Yup, that’s me!
There’s the proof.
I hope everyone who took part in NaNoWriMo got something out of it, even if you didn’t reach your 50k word count goal.
All the best in your writerly endevors for 2017.
Here’s my one, and likely, only update about my NaNo progress until I post about winning (which I will!)
Congrats to those who have already won! I’ll see you all on the flip side of Nov.