(Note: “Five-Minute Friday” is an activity adapted from Kate Motaung’s blog. Each week, I use https://randomwordgenerator.com/ and write for five minutes straight with the word as a prompt, free-write style with no editing and no over-thinking.)
At the start of this week, I spent time with Stephen King via reading his On Writing, a book I’ve owned since it came out and thought I had read, but clearly I didn’t since none of it seemed familiar. In it, he claims writers can’t hone their craft unless they are also readers. He reads 70-80 books a year, which surprised me because that’s about my yearly haul, too, or at least it has been since I’ve recommitted to reading a few years ago.
For me, books are interventions of sorts. Whether fiction or non, something in what I am reading resonates with me and causes me to pause and think about an issue from a different angle. King’s On Writing was a much-needed intervention because it reminded me – re-inspired me, if you will – to get back to the book I’ve been working on but have strayed away from. Actually, it also reminded me of a story idea that’s been in my head for a decade or more that I’ve never developed (a different story than the BIG BOOK PROJECT).
The book I am about to finish today, Purple Hibiscus, by one of my board of directors, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, is prompting me to think more about religion and how healthy it is for children (teens) to think for themselves and search for their own meanings – whether they circle back to their parents’ beliefs or not.
The scene that lies in the background for both of these books and the “interventions” they raised for me is when my father insisted I make my confirmation. At the moment, it strikes me as the only parenting move of his that I cannot understand.