Prose.

I haven't written properly for a while, so you'll have to excuse me (oh imaginary reader) if my posts suddenly start becoming both more numerous and rambling. I've decided that the only way to actually get better at writing, and more lucid with my ideas is to write as much as possible, therefore these blogs will increase in frequency. Hopefully, they'll become better written as time goes on, but we'll see. Hopefully in a few weeks I'll feel happy enough to continue writing short stories.

I've been slowly reading The Satanic Verses recently, and although at first I found Rushdie's prose complex and rambling, I've come to appreciate it as richly poetic. Someone in my class asked me what I thought it was like, having themselves read a few pages and found it confusing. I replied that you really had to get a couple of hundred pages in before it 'makes sense' and comes alive. But on reflection, I'm 400 pages in now and each page brings with it an enrichment.

Unsure what to read after I've finished it in a few days. I ordered three of neal stephenson's works, anathem, snow crash and cryptonomicon and Capote's 'In cold blood'. Thing is, I still have some Bukowski to read, not to mention the thousand word tome that is the first Jordan book in the wheel of time series. Perhaps I should just stop buying new books for a while until I've gotten through these.