And other popular myths. I am certain that there are people who exist, and write best, firmly avoiding any contact with their fellow human. I have doubts about the kind of writing they might produce. I mean, who can write a fully developed character who isn’t themselves (and no, I don’t mean a Mary Sue) who doesn’t watch other people? Writers may be the ultimate voyeurs. Read more
Posts by Cedar Sanderson
As I sit here, I am surrounded by books. At the periphery of my vision, on either side of my desk, there are tall bookshelves filled with volumes. Somewhere in the dark behind me (I’m writing very early and my office/bedroom is being used for both purposes) there is a stack of books on my nightstand. There are books in my closet, for goodness sakes (I wrote all of those, and they are stacked neatly in boxes). The rest of the house is the same, and my dear reader, I would venture to guess that your homes are similarly accoutered. We are the past of books.
My children are the future of books. I have two still at home, and one who has moved out and is setting up her own tiny nest, well-feathered with her own things, and furniture the parental units set her up with. Which didn’t include a bookshelf. Read more
My legs are sore. Back, too, for that matter. I’ve been working on getting back in shape. I started on easy mode – even if I were inclined to join a gym, that’s not an option currently. No, I’ve been walking instead. I was invited by an old friend and my sister to join a small online accountability group, and we set goals, then try to reach those daily. With the wonders of modern technology, we can share photos of our walks, and maps. Where, you wonder, am I going with this? Well, I set a modest goal, to walk a ‘marathon’ of 26 miles in the month of May. I set my sights low, because since I switched jobs 6 months ago I have been almost inert due to stress and change of routines. I don’t like it, and I am determined to change it. Read more
I was reading a book the other day, and thinking about how improbable the central conceit it contained really was. Even for a book published when my grandmother was a small girl. I kept reading it, anyway, and enjoyed it, but that didn’t change the fact that it was impossible from beginning to end.
I’m not talking about being conceited, which is a whole ‘other thing. Although you could certainly have a conceited character in a book with a conceit. If you wrote the book to have a conceited character, the conceit would be your conceit. Read more
A day or three ago, I started to see some interesting signs on social media. Comments about the big ebook distributor, Draft 2 Digital. Then I saw the actual link, and boy, did it catch my attention. I’m afraid I waxed rather sarcastic in my initial comments about the whole thing in private. I shouldn’t, really. It’s just that… It’s complicated, and it goes back a long time.
I grew up in an era when there were no Barnes & Nobles stores. Now, they existed. According to their site, they have existed since the nineteenth century, and they have been in expansion mode since shortly before I was born, having been the first bookstore to advertise on television in 1974. But I was not aware of them, because I didn’t live in any urban centers, or indeed, for a large portion of my formative years, within several hundred miles of any bookstores. Bookstores, to a kid like I was, were therefore rare and magical places. It was there that the fringes of Nirvana could be tasted. Titles you’d been hunting for in the tiny local library could be found, for a price. New books glistened and gleamed on the racks. I was an adult before I could walk into a bookstore and be able to walk out with an armful of books. By then, most of the Indie bookstores had lost the battle. There were two bookstores in my neck of the woods in northern New England: Borders, and Barnes & Nobles. Borders was closer to us. Then they were gone, and there was only one. Read more