That’s my excuse for continuing to forget to post on Tuesdays: I’ve been reading.
One of the things they don’t tell you about becoming a professional writer is that it really cuts into your time to read. Every writer I know whimpers about this. I know one who got herself a part-time job reviewing books so she could read and not feel guilty about not working. That’s how bad it gets.
For me, I have a very difficult time getting involved in a book someone else wrote when I’m working on one of my own. The further out of genre I go, the easier it is, and re-reads are manageable, but essentially, when I find myself at the To Be Read shelves, what I end up thinking is, “…I’d rather be writing.” And I’ve been doing that for four years now. I take breaks between books, and read a bunch during those breaks, but they’re usually fairly short breaks and it often takes me a couple of weeks just to get out of Writer Head.
Slightly over a year ago my husband and I declared a moratorium on buying new books until we’d gotten the TBR shelves down to a single shelf. I just checked, and I’ve read 108 books since then. 17 of those were re-reads (and 12 of those 17 were graphic novels, which is almost cheating). Either way, they go under “stuff we already owned” or “stuff I wrote and was editing/revising”. Fifteen or so were new purchases despite the moratorium (though really, that’s pretty good, wouldn’t you say?), so I had around 80 books on the TBR shelf a year ago. I’m down to 7 now, and I read 33 of them in the last 8 weeks.
This is my entire excuse for failing to blog. I must say, though, it’s been *wonderful* to read so much. It’s like writing, only somebody else tells the story! And boy, I’ve missed it.