What was that name again?

There's a reason I tend to stay out of book discussions amongst my friends. Well, okay, and movie and television discussions as well. I can't remember anything. No, seriously, I can't. It'll take me at least two reads of a novel before I remember character names, even main characters. Plot lines are a little easier, at least in a general way. Specifics are usually a washout. And keep in mind that I only read things I LIKE. This can be particularly frustrating at conventions when everyone is having these interesting conversations and I'll think "Damn, that sounds familiar but I really don't want to make a complete idiot of myself, so I'll just shut up."


Now, what's really odd and problematic about this? It happens with my own writing! I mean, come on. Who doesn't remember the names of characters they created? Or their own plot lines? It's not right. But then again, it explains why my favorite book is always the one I'm currently writing. I stand a chance of recalling something about that! Same with favorite characters. During Slipstream, it was Kellen, hands down. Balance? Riv. Well, okay, Riv still holds a special place for me. Now, while finishing up Peripheral People? It's all Corwin and West, baby!


Ginkgo biloba cocktail, anyone?

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Published on January 23, 2012 19:44
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