This is going to be an extra-long blog post because it wasn’t written for this blog. It was my submitted essay for Steve Duin’s annual reading contest. Duin is a columnist for the Oregonian who started hosting an informal “reading contest” some years back, mostly to encourage people to read more and to talk about what they’ve been reading. I’ve entered the contest a number of times, usually place respectably but never near the top. He reported this year’s results at the beginning of this week, and as often happens, I got mentioned in his column.
Here’s the essay I wrote for this past year of reading. . . .
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When people congratulate me on “doing what you love,”
they’re usually talking about the acting and modeling career that has reared
its unlikely head over the past several years. But I’d rather be reading. You
might say I’ve arranged my professional and private life largely to accommodate
my pleasure reading.
I would imagine a majority of the folks who post big numbers
in the reading contest are either in school or retired. At 53, I’m a long way
from either end of that spectrum, making less income than I have in years, yet
happy in my reading habits. I started stage acting in Portland in earnest in
2005, and went free-lance as an actor and wordsmith (writing, editing,
proofreading) in the summer of 2009. But I still probably spend more time
reading. Everything else is little more than an excuse for that.