Let's hope the Mayans were wrong

It's the end of the year as we know it. I haven't been blogging much for a number of reasons—not the least of which is the holidays. (The other reasons involve whining, so I'll skip those.)

A year ago, I posted a blog of all the books I'd read in 2010. This year I have goodreads.com. If you like to read and don't already belong to goodreads, you will enjoy it. My page lists all the books I've read, all the books I'm currently reading and all the books I plan to read. There I review each book I've read.

 

In 2011, my goal was to read one book a week. I've read 43, and will finish one more in the next four days. So 44/52. Not bad. My goal for 2012 is to read LESS. Yes, less. Read less, read better. I resolve to take more notes, study well-written books, fill the pages with marginalia and notes. In 2012, I plan to read 26 acclaimed books and write one. 

As an emerging writer, it's imperative that I read books. But just reading them and hoping to become a best-selling author is like listening to the radio and assuming that you can become a pop star by immersion. I view reading like an enjoyable form of homework. In 2012, I will be more selective in what I read. Excellence in; excellence out. 

My other goal is to listen better and interrupt less. I think it will be easier to sell a novel. 

This is all assuming, obviously, that the Mayans (and REM) were wrong. I have big plans for the next 12 months. Wish me luck.