Reading Rehab

I’m going to say something that I never thought I would- I think I am reading too many books. It’s okay. Take a minute. Put your head between your knees and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, or is that in through the mouth and out through the nose? Either way, just breathe.

It’s true. I am a bibliobibuli. Basically, I am book drunk. I have been reading so many books I can barely keep them straight. I finish one—stumble back to real life, and then start the next book soon after so I don’t lose my buzz. I told myself I was using reading to help me be a better writer. The problem is, I am spending so many waking hours reading that there are no hours left for me to write. I am using books to procrastinate. I am reading to avoid writing something that lets me down. I am reading to escape my own disappointment.

Even though i just picked up two books from my local library, and my Libby account has four new reads ready to download to my Kindle, I am going to slow down. I won’t go cold turkey—that’s just ridiculous—but I take more time to read what I have and also spend time each day getting lost in my own characters.