Is unfortunately the dilemma that I face.
Lately, I haven't read anything worth noting. It is worth noting that I haven't actually read anything at all. Oh, sure I peruse copies of old Jim Butcher books to re-familiarize myself with the first person POV and whatnot but these are books I've read a million times over. Basically, what I mean to say is that I haven't read anything NEW in just about forever. I think the last time I read something from start to finish was a beta read about demons, drugs, sex, incest, and just about everything else turrible. Don't get me wrong, it was a riveting read and the writer now has an agent for the book, but it wasn't a pleasure read.
I'm too busy either watching Netflix, playing Animal Crossing on my 3DS, or...
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No, I think that's pretty much it. Basically, I'm not reading anything for fun and I think my writing is suffering because of it. It's an issue I've discussed with my husband and we've both come to the conclusion that because I write for a living, I now view reading as a part of my job, and because I think it's a job, all the fun is sucked right out of it.
For my sake, I hope this is not true because I intend to write for the rest of my life. I used to read ALL THE TIME. I never watched TV when I was growing up. Okay, except for when Scooby Doo was on on Cartoon Network. I got in trouble every other week at school for reading. Teachers would take my books away and I'd get them back in a big box at the end of the year. Hell, my parents used to get phone calls about my reading during class.
Maybe, just maybe, I've been reading things that I've lost interest in. Actually, I'm not sure.
But starting today, I'm going to devote just 2 hours of my day to reading something, anything. I'm hoping this will help me re-ignite my writing spark because, let me tell you, with editing and whatnot, I'm feeling kind of low in the creativity department.
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