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You, yes you!, are the problem. (I read a book.)

Finished “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield. The book was broken down into three parts. The first two parts are a categorical breakdown of all the ways in which you fail.

These spoke to me personally and I did not like it.

The idea he was presenting was that of Resistance. Mr. Pressfield identifies Resistance as that force within ourselves that distracts, rationalizes, and perpetually, relentlessly, works to keep us on the couch. To keep us sedated. To ensure we simply maintain the status quo and coast.
Resistance takes many forms and all of them are comfortable and seductive. Resistance is soma.

It was enlightening to have these methods spelled out so plainly. And aggravating, for Resistance isn’t just for creative types, it’s for anyone attempting to accomplish a task, to work toward a goal, or improve themselves. No one is immune.

And yet with all his efforts toward categorization his advice basically came down to “Stop it! If you aren’t succeeding, it’s you! You’re just an amateur and not a professional. You don’t have what it takes to be a professional.” Or perhaps I’m just projecting?

There was a strong “bootstrap” vibe coming from the text. And while bootstraps are useful, they often ignore the lives onto which they are affixed. To his credit he admits in his pursuit of being a professional writer he lost a marriage and several good jobs. Only later in life did he find that balance, and yet, it seemed that balance only came after he was no longer hungry for money and had been well established as a writer.

There I go again. My resistance rationalizing my procrastination. I’m so weak! Agh! Steven would be proud of this self-flagellation. Or he would at least write a couple paragraphs about it.

The third part of the book was more personal and provided insights into his positions regarding one’s Resistance (ego) and himself.

This section basically said humans are merely conduits for God. Everything created by Man is a reflection of a power greater than ourselves and angels driving us to “evolve”; to be better than our nature.

In the beginning of this chapter he couched this idea by permitting us to call it the Muse, if we felt more comfortable. But it was clear he doesn’t really think that. His point was all of man’s creative energies are a reflection of God. The purpose of our endeavors are for God’s grace and glory and without this higher power we would still be animals living in caves.

I’m paraphrasing but not by much. Granted, near the end I was so exhausted from identifying with EACH AND EVERY EXPLANATION on how Resistance keeps me down, and how this is all my fault, and I’m just a lowly amateur writer, I may have mentally checked out. My reception of his thesis is misunderstood, but I my resistance says “not”.

I thoroughly disagree with his assessment of where creativity comes from. Ascribing creativity to the realm of the supernatural only serves to belittle and dismiss the genius of some, and the efforts of many.

But maybe I’m wrong? Sometimes even I feel a force beyond myself driving my ideas. Where do these random thoughts emerge? Are we spirits in a meat suit? After all, from what we can tell, the universe is nearly infinite. Who’s to say furry porn fan-fic isn’t divinely inspired?

Time to check out my book list and see what’s next on the schedule.

Until then, I hope everyone is doing well, and resisting the lesser angles of our nature.


PS (I purchased the book directly from his website. I have no affiliation with the author.)

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Man plans, the gods laugh.

As you can see, in week 1, the plan to jump right back into things started ramping up after my last post.
Week 1:
Reading: 95 min of 180 mins (Finding time to read has always been a challenge.)
Free Writing: 45 mins of expo drafts for the project.
Drafting: 6 hours of drafting for the project.

Then. . . the ultrasound was so quiet. I didn’t expect the loss to affect me as it did. It’s odd considering how early it occurred. It hurt in a way that was new; brutal, sterile, final.

We weren’t planning on it. I’m old – or at least I feel it – and it would’ve been difficult, but it was not unwanted. It would’ve been good. The idea had formed and settled into our lives. Plans were being formed. And then it was no more. A numbness. A punch from circumstances we have no control over —the “complications of biology”. Mrs. Malcolm has physically recovered after several unpleasant days and nights.

A few days after this new reality was fresh in our thoughts, my little girl got hurt. Went to the ER and I’ve been a wreck ever since. Fortunately it was just a fracture and not a full break, but three weeks of full cast, and then three weeks of a removable splint.

My focus for anything else has evaporated.

Gonna be a while before I can get back on the path. Gonna sit down and watch the kids play for a while, talk with Mrs. Malcolm, and rest.

Time. We all just need a little bit of time.


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Ah. Now I remember…

… why I stopped writing and reading. Work. It was Work. Or more accurately my prioritization of money and career over everything else. A decision I made a long time ago, when I was afraid and hungry and vowed never to be hungry or afraid again. In many ways it worked. In other ways it simply transferred the weight into the future. Do we ever know what we truly give up when we have nothing, to pursue something, anything, for stability?

This is a difficult condition to steer out of once taken and while this path has afforded numerous opportunities—as my dad said to me, “Money is opportunity.”—it comes with baggage and its own obligations.

“You can do anything you want, you simply must accept the consequences.” – a college professor from my youth. Still not sure if this was inspiring or crippling?

And so the last two weeks of March was a complete bust. I basically treaded water while Work consumed all my time. No reading, no writing. I squeezed out scribbles in a notebook on the Project at lunch, and cloistered in my room late Saturday night after the family was asleep, but other than that, nada.

This will be a short post. A new month is dawning. Work has abated.

Close my eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Eyes open.

Begin again.


March 2023 Summary. “March? March? We don’t need no stinking March.”

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Improvise, Adapt, Overcome – Oh My! (Feb 2023)

There was something in the air the last few weeks of February. Not just me, but many people around me, where nothing, and I mean nothing, seemed to get done. I’m gonna hop on those coattails for a bit and chalk it up to mysterious forces.

As you will see the month of February 2023 was terrible. I’m working on a big project and it’s taken a lot of my time. So much in fact this blog post will probably be shorter than my regular summaries.

Week 1 (1st – 3rd)
Reading: Total 3 / 3
Writing: 3 / 3, 9 HRs
– Free Writing: 3/3
– Drafting: 4 /3 sessions (9 Hrs)
Week 2 (6th – 10th)
Reading: Total 3 / 5, 1 / 1
Writing: 3 / 5, ~5 hrs
– Free Writing: 3 / 5
– Drafting: 3 / 5 sessions ~5 hrs (I didn’t keep track.)
Week 3 (13th – 17th)
Reading: 4.5 Hrs / 7 Hrs
Writing: 3 / 5 , 10 hrs
– Free Writing: 3 / 5
– Drafting: 5 / 5 sessions (10 Hrs)
Week 4 (20th – 24th)
Reading: 2 / 5 Hrs
– Free Writing: 1 / 5
– Drafting: 4 / 5 sessions (15 Hrs)
Week 5 (27th – 28th)
Reading: Jack All
Writing: Ask Jack
– Free Writing: *bugs bunny NO meme*
– Drafting: 1 / 2 sessions (4 Hrs)
February 2023 Metrics

Monthly Total
Reading –
– Short Stories – 6 / 11
Red Rising by Pierce Brown
Switch to hourly metric
– Short Stories, Novel, or crafting article/book – 7.5 Hrs / 12 Hrs

Writing –
– Free Writing – 10 of 20
– Drafting – 13 / 20 sessions (43 Hrs / 20 Hrs)

Now that the raw data is in front of us, I’ve been able to work out a bit of the problem; split focus. Distractions from The Project with the 1000 Days are creating anxiety inducing competition between what I want and what I need to be doing.

Last night while driving home I had an epiphany on how to smooth out these rough conflicts of interest into a coherent synergy of thought, form, and purpose.

Similar to what I did with the reading component of this 1000 Days project, I’m merging the writing aspects as well. All future writing will be in service to The Project I’m working on. What project is that? It’s a secret. How big of a secret? “It’s so secret, even I don’t know what I’m doing.” kind of a secret.

My writing group, and the Misses, are in the loop but otherwise there are wraps. Layers of wraps bundling the ideas into a whole wheat creamy filled burrito of creativity and design. Ornish approved varieties only, I have my health to consider in my advanced years.

The plan is for a fall announcement. Hold me to it. Because the window is closing and if there isn’t a fall announcement, well all the improvisation, adaptation, and effort will not overcome the opportunity window when it closes.

But if I can still write daily, read daily, and work toward the 1000 Days to an MFA, but in service to the Project it will not be wasted time. Every day you write and read is worth something.

Back to it.

Short stories:
Rocket Ship to Hell (
Digital Rights by Brent Knowles
Coward’s Steel by K. C. Ball
Written in Light by Jeff Young (This was an interesting story. Great alien concepts.)
The House of Nameless by Jason Fischer
Time and Time Again (1947) by Henry Beam Piper
He Walked Around the Horses (1947) by Henry Beam Piper
The Lorax (x3), Cat in the Hat(x3), Sneechers and Other Stories (x3) by Dr. Seuss
Brown Bear, Brown Bear What do you see? (x5)
The Storybook Knight by Helen Docherty and Thomas Docherty
“Empty Green Pants” by Dr. Seuss

Novel: Red Rising by Pierce Brown

Crafting Article:

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Time Manipulation: Snap, Crackle, Pop!

When you are young time is infinite. As it should be. Who wants to experience the existential nature of mortality with all that energy?

No plan survives first contact with the enemy, and as is becoming clear, time is my enemy. The foe to surpass all other foes in my life; financial (doing okay), health (still kicking, Ornish is helping), family (yip!), friends (ya win some you lose some. Some hurt more than others.), Time (you little f’cker!)

Perhaps it’s a consequence of doing too much at once? Too many plates spinning atop poles balanced à la “Cat in the Hat” style?

Regardless, something has to change and that change is to the plan. But not so much change as to negate the intentions of what I’m trying to accomplish. Just a tweak; a minor nudge here, a pinch there.

When defining the goal for Weekly/Monthly Reading, I’ve now lumped them into a huge pile. Just a huge dog-pile of reading stacked willy-nilly and askew without regard for decorum or decency.

They are no longer separate entities, but rather a large collection of options: read a crafting article, read a short story, read a novel, read a crafting book, for one hour a day. That’s the finite time I have and it is achievable. Mostly. I’ll track them separately, but their time is now cumulative toward the 1 hour goal. As you’ll see in week 3, in my monthly wrap-up post even that is difficult. Week three also prompted this reality adjustment. Am I hungry enough? Have I set proper boundaries for self improvement? Do those even matter now?

I still plan (there’s that word again) on sticking to my booklist. There are a lot of good selections and I’m enjoying the reading I’m doing too much to stop, if at a glacial pace.

So here we are. A minor adjustment to accommodate time. That insufferable bastard who cares not for you, or me, or anything. It’s like a North-Going Zak. The very thought of stepping aside is abhorrent. Not even thinkable. Physically impossible despite what physics may say.

Writing is going well. Oddly enough, I’ve found more time to write this month than read. I think it’s because of the hack I’ve developed where I “rob Peter to pay Paul” only Peter isn’t aware. In these situations is Peter ever aware? Are we all Peter?

But the project I’m working on is going well and when I can’t write on the computer, I have my “little black book with my poems in”. That’s useful for the couch and still being able to guard the baby from actively trying to kill herself. Where is the baby? “Oh, she walked down the hall to her room.” She’s walking now! Oh snap. TIME! *sneers upward yelling into the tricorder*

Oh, real quick before I go, my stories are now available through the Public Library System Libby or use this pre-populated Searched Link to go directly to them. If you don’t have the stories available where you are please request they get them for your library. They are free to public libraries so there really shouldn’t be a barrier to get them. And if you like the stories, please write a review on Smashwords, Amazon, or on my site. I’ll build you an account if you haven’t purchased through and would like to leave a review (good or constructive critique’ish).

Thank you.


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Zen and the Art of Writing (read)

I’m not sure Ray Bradbury would’ve succeeded as a writer in this era (2000’s or perhaps a bit earlier). Every one thinks their time is different, and in a lot of ways it is, but in no way is it more noticeable than economics. (More on that later.)

I finished reading “Zen in the Art of Writing” by Ray Bradbury. Overall it was a decent read. I’ve read other crafting books that have assignments and practice examples with encouragements to “follow along”. This book was not that. It is a series of essays (and poetry – long form poetry!) he has written over decades, reflecting on his life and writing career.

It was highly inspirational and encouraging but after a time, it became repetitive. There’s only so many ways an author can say “WRITE! and be free.”

Here’s how I summed it up to my writing group:

  • Write all the F’ing time.
  • Read everything, everywhere, all the time. Poetry, essays, scientific journals, nature journals, watch movies, and especially read from authors you admire and want to write like. You’ll imitate at first but eventually you and the muse will help you find your voice.
  • Write some more.
  • If you chase cash (the publishing industry is heavily commercialized now, don’t you know? (He wrote that in the 1960’s). You must have passion.) you’ll make money but you’ll look back later and say, “Why didn’t I write what I wanted?”
  • Write you fool. Write.
  • Take inspiration from your own life and the people in them. Even the bad experiences can be molded into stories.
  • Are you writing yet?
  • Feed the muse and the muse will eventually get out of the way. A subconscious partnership will evolve. How do you do that? You f’ing write. Damn, I’ve said this before!
  • Be authentic to yourself. Have passion for your writing. Have a need. A compulsion to write. When it calls you, follow. Unless it means abandoning your kids. But even still, try to do it when they are sleeping.

This was halfway through the reading and nothing critical changed in his message by the end. He is consistent. And prolific. A heaping of words begets a quality after a time. To sum up his idea.

But he wasn’t just about throwing words on a page. His approach was meditative, intentional. His thinking—or non-thinking—was that when you get to the point of writing, like breathing, it becomes automatic. When you think of breathing you can labor at it. When you let go of the effort and work of writing you become free. Your muse steps back and you relax.
He was basically talking about the concept of “flow” before it hit the public vernacular.
All this is well and good and something I think he is right about. How do you get good? Practice, i.e. write.

And yet all this being said, a story he related when he sold his first novels “Martian Chronicles” and “Illustrated Man” stuck in my mind, and I couldn’t shake it.

He sold these books in the late 1940’s and says he got an advance of $1,500. Here’s the kicker. This was enough to pay for his rent for a year, expenses for living, and a down payment on a small house. Inflation is amazing! But there’s more to it than that. Oh, yeah, he also had a kid during this same year.

Even with inflation this is nowhere near enough to live on for a single person, let alone a family, in 2023, or even the last twenty years. That amount is $18,215.04! I’m not an economist but this seems off. Something else is going on here.

Now don’t get me wrong, if I sold two novels for $18k today, I’d be ecstatic, and know that royalties would be forthcoming for a while. But I wouldn’t quit my day job. Would you?

Writing is all Ray Bradbury did. According to this book, he did not have a secondary income. He put all his time and focus into writing. His advice was to do what you like and want to be as a writer and the money will come later. But if you write for the commercial or fame, you will always be lacking, creatively, emotionally, and dare he say spiritually.

What writer today with a family can do that? What writer today without a family?

I’m steering a bit away from the “craft” in this post but this can not be ignored. There is a fundamental difference between when these giants (Bradbury, Asimov, Tolkien, Huxley) were writing and now. The world is not the same. It does not have the same opportunities, pressures, and yet it has even greater ones; the internet, self-publishing, print on demand, instant global reach with social media (ugh), and a wide acceptance of science fiction and fantasy.

Even still a successful writer selling two books would be under the poverty level for the US. They just sold two books! How far would that $18,000 actually go? Starvation, living on the streets or with three roommates, does not lend itself to writing well.

I haven’t sold a book yet so what is a typical advance? Are the publishing houses of today loose with money? Are they splashing money around like a lotto-winner one week after cashing that check? Or are they even more selective? Cautious?

Okay, enough of that…

I think his core message is solid.
Work. Relax. Don’t think.

Chase not the money but the creativity. Write what you like and be true to your writing and yourself.

If you are writing, you write because you enjoy it. You have a need to be creative through words, and you have characters who want to tell their story. You write because of ideas. You write for adventure and exploration. You write to be you.

Is there any other reason?


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How do I measure thee? Let me count the ways. (Jan. 2023)

“In a contest of will the universe always wins.” – Malcolm Sterling

Let’s start with raw numbers—for the TLDR crowd. The month’s goals were to read a certain number of books and write for a set amount of time.

For January 2023 those would be:

Week 1:
Reading: 6 / 5
Writing: 3 / 10
– Free writing: 0/5
– Writing,Drafting,Edit: 3/5
Week 2 –
Reading: 5 / 5
Writing: 6 / 10
– Free writing: 2/5
– Writing,Drafting,Edit: 4/5
Week 3 –
Reading: 4 / 5
Writing: 5 / 10
– Free writing: 3/5
– Writing,Drafting,Edit: 2/5
Week 4 –
Reading: 5 / 5
Writing: 6 / 10
– Free writing: 2/5
– Writing,Drafting,Edit: 4/5
Week 4.5 –
Reading: 1 / 2
Writing: 3 / 5
– Free writing: 1/2
– Writing,Drafting,Edit: 2/2
January 2023 Weekly Metrics

Monthly Total
Reading –
– Short Stories – 21 of 22 (Yeah!)
– Novel – Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain – 1 of 1 (Sweet!)
– Crafting Novel – Zen in the Art of Creative Writing by Ray Bradbury – 1 of 1 (Kill’a Sweet!)

Writing –
– Free Writing – 8 of 22 (Oh no!)
– Drafting – 15 of 22 (Getting better!)

But wait, there’s more. . .

In the aggregate this isn’t so bad for the first month of a thirty-three month (1000 days) project. It’s gonna take some time to get the rhythm and scheduling down.

I completely tripped on some of the weekly and monthly goals, and was only able to focus on the daily tasks. This kept me busy enough so I’m not sure how realistic separate weekly and monthly goals are going to be for writing. But let’s continue with it for a bit longer before making any drastic changes. I just got my boots on.

The positive takeaway from this project, if nothing else, is that I have read more in the last month, than I have in years! I’m almost in tears thinking about this. What wasted time. Why did I ever stop reading for fun?

The free writing I did was an exploration of first person POV. I’m working on a short story with that POV and I need some practice. A lot of sci-fi, fantasy, is close third person, and that’s what my stories have been, well are, so getting some first person exposure and exercise is warranted. It’s neat to see how POV flavors have changed over time. Several of the short stories for this month were specifically chosen because of their first person POV usage.

Many of the free writing sessions I used as exercises in personal journaling. (Note to self, delete all free writing from January 2023.)

There were a few free writing sessions that sparked short story ideas and took place in books that are still in the drafting stages. I was excited about those and they are now in the pile of drafts for fleshing out into short stories before tackling the books in those universes.

Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury. Overall a good book, but as the decades progressed the essays started repeating. I’ll do a posting about my thoughts on this book as well as Huckleberry Finn. Not sure if I’ll do this for every novel I read, but in the spirit of “1000 Days to an MFA”, I should at least do one for the crafting books.

Yeah, this was a pretty decent month. There are things I will considering adjusting—track time, not just sessions—but how much do I want to be a slave to the metrics? “If you can’t measure it, you can’t manage it,” said my Administration course professor in college. So there is that.
But they also said, “You manage processes, you lead people.” For a computer science degree program this was a statement not said enough. There was a lot of emphasis on the technology. Often it’s lost that technology only exists because of people making decisions about that very technology and how it’s used.

But before I start to soapbox a rant about technology and how its promise of making things better for us all appears to have gone askew, I’ll close with the short stories I read. Recommended ones are marked with an asterisk(*).

2nd – My Father’s Mask – Joe Hill
3rd – Raphael – Stephen Graham Jones
4th – Paperclips and Memories and Things That Won’t Be Missed – Caroline M. Yoachim
5th – Falling Leaves – Liz Argall
6th – Not Smart, Not Clever – E. Saxey
8th – Microbe – Joan Slonczewski (*)

9th – The October Game – Ray Bradbury (This one upset me a bit. I was not expecting it. It made me sad.)
11th – The Graveless Doll of Eric Mutis by Karen Russell
11th – Likeness – Judith Chalmer; Crashdown – Emma Osborne; Graveyard Rose – Seanan McGuire
12th – Afterparty – Daryl Gregory
15th – The Turing Machines of Babel by Eric Schwitzgebel (***) ( or Amazon link)

16th – L’APPEL DU VIDE by Rich Larson
18th – Living Rooms by Laurie Tom (*)
19th – The Black Side of Memory by Lael Salaets
20th – Legendaire by Kai Ashanti Wilson

23rd – Lisa With Child by Alex Black
24th – Not in the Flesh by Adam Colston
25th – Seeing Double by Tom Crosshill
26th – Exanastasis by Brad R. Torgersen (*)
27th – Poison Inside the Walls by Scott W. Baker

31 Jan – Confliction by Simon Cooper

One can measure success through actionable intentions, even if the goals are not fully met, or even met at all. I tend to mix a bit of both. Intentions are great but if you only intend and never actually do anything, what are your intentions worth? (“Thoughts and Prayers”)

The smallest, poorly executed action upon an intention is infinitely better than the intention itself. Or as someone more versed than myself put it, “Anything worth doing, is worth doing badly.” — G. K. Chesterton

In that spirit, onward to February 2023.

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Gut check

Things are moving along, and course corrections are needed, but overall the “1000 Day to an MFA” program is on track.

I’ve stopped reading Huckleberry Finn – no offense to Mark. The voice was fine, and historical nuggets were interesting (and I love history), but the story was just not enough to keep me going.

NOTE: The best short story I read last week, and I read several, was The Turing Machines of Babel by Eric Schwitzgebel. Apex magazine issue 98. ( or Amazon link)

I have a copy of Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury which I’ll be starting this weekend. I’ll use this extra time from dropping Finn, to start on the next reading book: Red Rising by Pierce Brown. The person who recommended it said it was dense and clocks in at 401 pages. So, times a’ wasting.

An inspiring event occurred with the other writer, “Ian” (not real name), that is in my group. He finished his first short story, a horror suspense style story. Took him eight days. Any good? Well, to be fair, Ian is already very good, and his first drafts are better than my tenth drafts, but for eight days, this was a solid story and well crafted. We spent an hour+ talking about the layers, lamp posts, callbacks, etc. he wrote into the narrative, some he didn’t even realize. Ten thousand hours to become a professional and let your subconscious write for you? (“10k hours” has been debunked by the way, still, sometimes you go on autopilot.)

I’ve been able to continue with micro “free writing” exercises in the ten to fifteen minute range, but still struggling to get a solid hour for pure writing. Even so, came up with the start of an idea for a short story in the world of a novel I’ve been working on for years. Got me excited about it again. Although, ten minute sessions do not lend themselves to a lot of crafting, and I feel those snippets of writing will take a lot to knit back together. Still… progress.

Expect a wrap-up for the month of January as the next post.

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A rough start, but a start.

Reading is easier than writing. Kinda like how appreciating a piece of art is easier (and quicker) than reading. Even if artists take just as much time to produce a work as a writer would—and they often do—the human brain is optimized for the visual in its nature. Not a lot of dangers in the wild shaped like letters.

My journey for 1000 Days to an MFA has started off slow, disappointingly so at times.

But I knew this going in. It’s going to take time to develop the routine. It’s also going to take time for the kids to grow up just a little bit more so they aren’t so dependent on me (or the wife) for constant attention.

I’ve found that pulling out an Kindle on the couch and reading to be a much more tolerable, and doable, experience while the kids are in the living room, than slapping a computer on my lap and banging away at the keyboard. Even going back to my analog roots with pen and paper tends to draw them to me like bugs to a light source.

Not that I don’t mind them being interested in writing. This weird thing daddy is doing, where strokes of a pen on paper make funny shapes, like the ones on their wooden blocks, is fascinating, but it’s simply not productive or even mentally helpful. And so reading it is, for now.

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Book List

As part of the 1000 Days to an MFA program I’ve developed this book list. Feel free to read along with me and please recommend new titles, in the comments, that may not be on the list. My preferred genres are science fiction, fantasy, and anything really good. Thank you.

I have included links to all these titles. Where possible I’ve included free versions (Project Gutenberg) of the books, otherwise assume they are Amazon Affiliate links.

If you know of a legitimate free source for any title send it to me and I’ll update the link.

Crafting Book – Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury (My post about this book.)
Classic – Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain (PG) (Did not finish. Couldn’t get into it. Wasn’t interesting to me.)

Novel – Red Rising by Pierce Brown (Read. Decent pop-corn fiction. 3/5 stars.)

Crafting Book – Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin
Classic – A Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein

Novel – Consider Phlebas – Iain M. Banks

Crafting Book –The War of Art by Steven Pressfield (My post about this book.)
Classic – Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake

Novel – Future Home of the Living God by Louise Erdrich

Crafting Book – Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott
Classic – A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Novel – All Systems Red by Martha Wells

Crafting Book – How to Read Literature Like a Professor, by Thomas C. Foster
Classic – Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany

Novel – To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini

Crafting Book – TBD
Classic – Neuromancer by William Gibson

Novel – Hyperion by Dan Simmons

Extra Titles (if time or next year)
Novel – Exo by Fonda Lee
Novel – Recursion: A Novel by Blake Crouch
Novel – Binti by Nnedi Okorafor
Novel – Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Novel – We Are Legion (We Are Bob) by Dennis E. Taylor
Novel – City of Golden Shadow by Tad Williams
Novel – Shards of Honor (Vorkosigan Saga) by Miles Vorsokigan
Classic – The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress by Robert A. Heinlein
Classic – Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke