Titles & the Stories Within
I cannot resist a cart of books outside a used bookstore. I simply cannot pass by without stopping, looking with my head cocked in the telltale posture of a book browser reading all those sideways titles on the spines. I don't always purchase anything, but even if I don't find something by a favorite author or a book someone mentioned once, I am thrilled by the titles - the intriguing, the beguiling, the curious, the obvious. But like book covers, titles are designed to entice and can't be trusted to convey the value of its contents. There are, after all, some terrible books with fantastic titles.
And that's why I'm writing a blog.
The title of my book came upon me one day, suddenly and without warning, but I knew it was perfect. "Surthriving." The precarious point between survival and success in a given environment. I could not imagine a better word to describe my attitude toward my life in Brooklyn, and I figured it would make a good story. But you see, I know my weaknesses, and designing a story line is pretty high on that list. It's sandwiched between "being graceful" and "doing my hair." It's something I could probably pass off for a moment if you don't look too closely, but that I definitely wouldn't put on my resume.
Still, I do want to write. Maybe not enough to label myself a "writer," but I enjoy the act of putting thoughts together to create something more meaningful. And maybe, just maybe, there will be someone who benefits from reading it, too.
I cannot resist a cart of books outside a used bookstore. I simply cannot pass by without stopping, looking with my head cocked in the telltale posture of a book browser reading all those sideways titles on the spines. I don't always purchase anything, but even if I don't find something by a favorite author or a book someone mentioned once, I am thrilled by the titles - the intriguing, the beguiling, the curious, the obvious. But like book covers, titles are designed to entice and can't be trusted to convey the value of its contents. There are, after all, some terrible books with fantastic titles.
And that's why I'm writing a blog.
The title of my book came upon me one day, suddenly and without warning, but I knew it was perfect. "Surthriving." The precarious point between survival and success in a given environment. I could not imagine a better word to describe my attitude toward my life in Brooklyn, and I figured it would make a good story. But you see, I know my weaknesses, and designing a story line is pretty high on that list. It's sandwiched between "being graceful" and "doing my hair." It's something I could probably pass off for a moment if you don't look too closely, but that I definitely wouldn't put on my resume.
Still, I do want to write. Maybe not enough to label myself a "writer," but I enjoy the act of putting thoughts together to create something more meaningful. And maybe, just maybe, there will be someone who benefits from reading it, too.