This year is my first year judging the Ritas,
I'm not saying anything more than I am judging, but I realized something. Lately I haven't read anything unless I had to read it. That is very sad. I love reading. Perhaps that is part of the problem. I get so sucked into books I'm reading, I don't look up.
That can be a problem with small children, a dog, two cats and a hubby underfoot. Once when I was in college, I actually ran into a pole because I tried to read and walk at the same time. Yeah, not such a good idea.
I get so absorbed in what I'm reading, my focus completely blocks out everything else. I wish I could be that way when I write, but any little thing can pull me away from my own words. I have to fight for concentration. But if I'm reading something I haven't written, I fall away into a brand new world.
I love that.
I guess I have to acknowledge that it is a bit of an addiction. I have eight books to read for the Ritas. I got them on Thursday, I think. It might have been Friday. I don't remember, because immediately my nose fell into a book, and it has been stuck there for days. I've already powered through three of them, and now my eyeballs ache. I know I won't give it a rest either, because I have to read them. I'm obligated. Lucky, lucky, me.
What is extra fun is I get to read a genre of books I haven't read in a long time. It's like coming back to a town I used to live in and seeing old friends. Old friends in kilts. Old friends in fancy ball gowns. Old friends on horseback.
It's nice to be back.
So how do I find some balance? How do I put a book down and stop thinking about it until I pick it up again? Honestly, people, how do I get some sleep?
Any advice would be helpful at this point. I'm tired.
But I'm happy.
Happy reading everyone,