An article and a poem
From a recent The Wall Street Journal article:
“A bit of distressing news: Americans are reading fewer books. At least that’s the report from the gang at Gallup, who surveyed U.S. adults in December 2021 and learned that we’re all individually reading ‘roughly two or three fewer books per year’ than we did in 2001.
I admit I was surprised, because I’d been under the impression that we’d all rediscovered the pleasures of the printed word during the pandemic—that, in addition to painting self-portraits, baking succulent sourdoughs, mastering archery and re-watching every season of “Barney Miller,” we were finding time to curl up on the couch by the fire and dig into Ulysses.”
At least I thought you were reading Ulysses. I was doing other stuff.”
The article interests because of my plans to publish my first novel in the next month or so and have published three non-fiction or poetry books recently. Unless you have supportive “critical mass” with the public these days, it is almost impossible to make a living from writing.
Or my writing may just be lousy. Haha. Boo hoo.
Like the columnist who penned the above quotes, I am also not reading as much recently. It is partly because of disruptions out of my control that broke my concentration to a large extent.
“W(r)e(e)ck” by yours truly
Sin-day
Pun-day
Flooz(y)-day
When-s-day?
(Re)-morse-day.
Cry-day.
(Oh, what-does-it)-matter-day?!