In the next couple of days, I'm going to start a new sidebar titled: "My Bookshelf" (or something catchier if I could dream it up) with books, magazines, even web magazines that I'm reading. Recently, a client invited me to join Good Reads, and I did and only after I did, did I worry whether or not it was spam. Recently, I invited over 1,000 people to join me on Reunion.com. Spamming them with "quechup", as one recipient put it. Sorry y'all.
Anyhow, after a couple of hours on Good Reads, I started to miss the good old days when I lived with my head buried in a book. I read not for content, but for style (although I did discover some great stories along the way). I loved reading the way others wrote. It's why I gave up writing. The self-doubt was torture.
Last weekend, I was exchanging stories with one of my nieces who was visiting with me. She wants to be a writer. Poor thing. I remember those days, when I was her age (okay, maybe a year or two older), hanging out in my professor's studio apartment in Greenwich Village on Tuesday evenings, eating hummus and reading poetry. I wish someone had knocked me over the head then, and said: "get into entertainment law, you big dummy." It would have made the $50,000+ in student loan bills I'm paying today a lot easier to digest.
But I digress...
The first magazine that I'm going to list in my new sidebar is called Hitched. According to their tag line, Hitched entertains, educates & inspires marriages. "Inspires, eh?" Well, at least it's a good read.