Reading is like apples for the brain...

...whatever that means.  I know that the human brain can do amazing things if the owner of it is willing to train it well (I see that Obi Wan has trained you well). In my little analogy, if reading is like eating a barrel of healthy apples, then what I'm doing must be the poop that comes out later. What was I going to say? Oh yeah, I've been reading loads of books. Two weeks ago, I was like "Huh, I haven't seen my kindle lately. I should totally like charge it, man. Like woah." And so I went forth and fetched my kindle, plugging it in to charge so that I may begin to rekindle my love of reading and stuff. I finished the first 5 novels and when looking through my "Next reads" folder, I saw the first Harry Potter book. I thought, "At last! A mystery that should prove to be quite entertaining! Hmm, quite! Pip, cheerio!" (read that last bit in John Cleese's voice). I have started the 5th Harry Potato book today, and am addicted as was predicted. I suspect that once I've finished with the lot, I'll turn to reading The Hungry Games and Anne of Green Bagels. Er, The Hunger Games and Anne of Green Gables. I turn back to Montgomery as my inspiration for writing (as well as DuMaurier). I have always thought of her as being a great story teller. Now I must stop being such a lazy-ass and start actually doing something with myself instead of making excuses. So many excuses....

For one, names are the bane of my existence. I can appreciate names when I read them, and I take for granted that a character would be called anything else. However, I'll start writing something and then stop and say, "No, no. That won't do at all. It seems preposterous to call her that! How unfitting!" and then I'll be at a total loss for what else I could call her, and then just stop mid-sentence never to pick that story up again. 

Or beginnings. Yes, what an awkward thing to say, "or beginnings". They are so awkward with me. I feel like I can pick up in the middle just fine, but where to start? I think I'm going to start writing and then go back and write the beginning last. I can't seem to bring myself to do much of anything in a linear fashion; I work best at random (which is probably why I'm never going to finish a damn thing). 

For now, I think I will cling to my muse for inspiration: Muse-ic. Yes. Hmm, quite. More on that later.