The other day I was trying to find a book – can’t tell you the title because it has escaped me, but I would know it if I saw it and I know that it is somewhere in my house – and this led to a thorough search of my bookshelves. Ok, apparently not that thorough because I didn’t find the book, but in the end it didn’t matter. The process of sifting through my bookshelves is one of the most cathartic activities I can think of. (That and chucking junk out of my closets into the trash, but I really have to be in a particular mood for that, and I can sit and look at books anytime.) I have one entire shelf of books that I’ve purchased but have not yet read, and just looking at them made me start thinking that I really need to take more time every day to read. Night-time is reading time in our house, but gazing at all those uncut pages – not really because this isn’t the 1800′s and books now come with pages already ‘cut’, but you get the idea- made me start planning additional reading time.
Unfortunately stuff keeps getting in the way – annoying things like sleeping and eating and taking my kids to various activities… and writing my blog!! I looked at my blog entries from the past few days and thought “Wow, does everyone notice how distracted I was when I wrote these? Because it seems pretty obvious to me.”
I have wanted to devote more time to writing as well as reading, but not blog writing. I have two finished fiction manuscripts and two in the works and really need to start pitching them to agents, since publishers do not generally appear out of the woodwork begging for your manuscript when they have no idea who you are and have never seen any of your work. (Yes, there is self-publishing, but every time I think about pursuing that route I want to go take a nap. Does that make me lazy? Probably.)
Stories are everywhere and they are distracting me! In a good way, but still. Don’t even get me started about TV shows that have taken over my brain. I’m looking at you, BBC. I mean, “Sherlock”? What is with a THREE episode season? Really? It’s torture! It’s torture because the show is brilliant and three episodes every 6-9 months is just NOT ENOUGH.
Then there’s the “don’t tempt the universe” TV show. Yes, I’m talking “True Blood” which only a week or so ago I was disdaining openly (you remember, Andrea) and saying I would never watch. HA! The universe decided I was in need of more vampire stories, now that the “Vampire Diaries” is done for the season, and so it kept showing me CLIPS and CLIPS and CLIPS from “True Blood- Season 4″ and now I’m watching it. Obsessively. Hiding my computer screen from my kids because it is soooooo inappropriate and staying up too late because after I finish watching it I have BOOKS TO READ!
Also, this distraction is making me write in shouty capitals way more than I usually do. Sorry about that.
Stories everywhere! Good books calling out to me from the shelves; stories in my head demanding to be written and TV shows that just will not leave me alone (or that leave me alone too quickly – Sherlock – so that there is a vague feeling of withdrawal).
The only solution? Give in. Resistance, as they say, is futile.
Apologies if I seem distracted.
Blame it on the stories.