I’ve been doing too much, or trying to do too much. Contrary, Hunger Mountain, Catching Days, writing group, writing, family, life, read… Wait a minute. I haven’t been reading all that much. I used to read every evening–from after supper until sleep. And on the weekends.
Recently, though, to keep up with everything, I’ve given my evenings over to emails and editing, with a slim 15 or 30 minutes before I conk out for reading. And my weekends over to writing.
Note to self-this has got to stop.
I wanted to write because I loved to read. The books I want to read are piling up at a stressful rate. I’m not happy with this state of affairs, now readily apparent by the lone books filling the months of March and February on my reading list.
It makes me sad that I must remind myself to find time to read.
How is your reading life? When do you read?