Today I was browsing through several books that I have in progress… all partially done, and waiting impatiently for inspiration to lend them more body.
Some made me giggle, some made me sigh, and some were just downright naughty. Seeing the characters that I’ve created in my mind come back to life on the pages of a book or on my computer seems like visiting a trusted old friend. We know how each other thinks, how they’ll react (most of the time), what their buttons are and exactly when to push them.
Rereading favorite books has the same effect on me. I’ll almost always find something I didn’t remember, or a nuance that didn’t stand out before. I’ve loved romances since I was thirteen years old, and have been writing them since I was fifteen. While most of my favorite books are romances, fantasy and science fiction aren’t very far behind. I grew up on Tolkein, Anne McCaffrey, and many many others.
My older brothers would read almost everything they could get their hands on, and they eventually passed on down to me. I can remember so many discussions about the books we’d read, as well as sitting on top of a mesa during a huge convergience of storms from different directions. We were watching the lighting strikes, and each direction had different forces from the Lord of the Rings battles. It was terribly exciting (and probably a bit foolish), but we left before the storms reached us.
So enjoy your favorite stories again and again, and let your friends and family know about them, if they don’t already. There’s nothing like a great book to spark conversations.