For the Love of Reading–Because I Am a Writer

From the time I was in 2nd grade I read every book I could get my hands on. I would rather read than sleep—so often, that is just what I did. 

By the time I was in junior high I had a flashlight and a battery charger—before rechargeable batteries were made. I never planned to read all night, but just until I came to a stopping place. If the chapter ended in suspense, I had to go on to the next, and the next…until the end, or until all my batteries were dead.

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Despite my good intentions, when I finished one book, I often picked up another and continued reading.The question I am trying to answer is, “what made me open that second book and continue reading hours past my bedtime? Was it because the first book was not satisfying and I wanted to read a good one? Or was it because the one I just finished was so good that I didn’t want it to end?

I persisted to do this on occasion even after I was grown and married.

My first two children were born 17 months apart. I had no time for reading, but the books didn’t understand. They sat there on the shelf calling my name. To shut them up I put them in boxes and carried them to the shed 100 feet or so behind the house.


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My children are grown and married now, and I have once again found reading to be habit forming. Now I not only try to figure out why that is, but also how I can instill that same desire into the readers of my own stories. Instead of finding the answer, I again find myself staying up way into the night, not reading, but writing, then guiltily sneaking into bed next to my husband just before the soft light of dawn seeps in around the bedroom curtains.I write for the love of writing, just as I read for the love of reading. Both are addicting. Maybe I have found the answer to my question after all—I love to write because I love to read, and I love to read—Because I am a writer.

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Author: marthajanecurtis

I was born in the late fifties, which puts me somewhere between senior discounts at the Good Will Store and Social Security,or Old Age Pension, as it was once called. The first few years into my new status, I came to the conclusion that it was time to simplify my life and get rid of l my collections, leave the TV on all day, and prepare to die. But I still enjoy my collections, I don't even like television, and I have much more that I want to do before I die, so I designed a plan of my own. My aspirations are more than I have time to list, and many more than I can ever hope to achieve, but I have purposed to accomplish all that I can. I am self-employed at selling vintage flatware and anything else I find that interests me, at antique shows and on eBay. It is not a "high-paying" job, but it allows me to set my own schedule and be available when my family needs me. My family is important to me. Joe and I have been together for fourteen years; through trial and triumph, joy and sorrow, plenitude and penury. He is supportive of me in all that I do. I am mother to four wonderful children, one deceased, step mother to five and grandmother to sixteen, soon to be seventeen. I am happy in the relationships I have with Joe and our family and friends, but the relationship I treasure most is the one I have with my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. The desire of my heart for some time now has been to teach others how to have that relationship. I began attending meetings of a writers club with a friend a little over a year ago. I kept hearing the term "called to write." I considered myself a teacher, not a writer, but then one day God showed me I could teach through writing. Now, besides the many other things I am and aspire to become, I am a writer.

6 thoughts on “For the Love of Reading–Because I Am a Writer”

  1. Good reading. I think lots of moms and writers have this tendency to stay up late working. I think it is the only time that things slow down enough for you to think and plan out wording. All day there are distractions like phone calls, laundry, cooking and household work and family needing attention.

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