It’s a funny thing.

When asked what one can do to become a better writer, established writers often offer two leading responses:

1) Read more.

2) Experience more.

(outside of the ever-present “Write more.”)

I appreciate the advice, but what does one do when one is a slow reader? Or a slow experiencer?

I find, for myself, that the events of most of my days are large plodding chapters- and each day is made up of about seven or eight of them.

There is awaken and get up and do morning duties (for self and the pets).

Breakfast assembly and consumption.

Work.

Lunch and fret over what I have on my mind to be taken care of that I will forget twenty minutes later.

Work.

Dinner.

Evening miscellany- many pronged, but scattered and un-uniform in productivity.

Bedtime duties and bedtime.

There are slots in the evening for getting free time things done, but those slots often have some sort of social chore connected to them- store visit, family visit.

There is the periodic photo session escape.

But mostly, there is frittered time in free time.

When I can read, it takes me a while to get into what I am reading, and then a while to get out of it, and I don’t cover as many pages an evening as I wish I could.

So when I read, it takes a good amount of time to get through a book.

As for the experience more suggestion, I am trapped by my easy excuses.

COVID. Tiredness. Who? Where? Why? The creativity I wish to bring to bear in my writing is all but gone when I wish to employ it in my life planning ad personal development.

If I let the excuses go, would my socializing and connecting and learning improve? I suspect I would still be at a loss for effort in that endeavor.

The three-seed wheel.

It makes for a challenging ride when your wheels are shaped like triangles. Not only is it slow-going, but whiplash.

Oh well. Read, try, write.