Oh, my. I just can’t seem to help myself. I feel like new books are coming at me at the speed of an Indie 500 car. I go to several libraries to write. And hardly ever come home empty handed. Can you relate?

Just the other day, I wrote at the base library near us (the setting of Heir Force) where I had five or six titles come in through the request/holds and then picked out another handful from the shelf. The next day I went to our city library where they had 7 titles I requested. Granted, most of these were for my novel-in-progress, my book about my house flipper/interior decorator, tentatively titled “Accident Encounter”.

But several of these books are brand new or recently published and I told the librarians at the base library, “I think I have an illness.” But they couldn’t think of anything better to do with my time than to read. I replied, “At least it is a cheap illness.” They chuckled. Yes, I love, love, love the library. But oh, my! Is it just me or does it seem like books are coming out faster than baby bunnies?

All 83 of my library books!

I don’t think I will ever keep up. And then I discover that the new book might be number 8 in a series, and I have to go back and read the back list also (if I enjoyed the newer title, and I almost always do, or I wouldn’t have read it!). AAAAGGGGGHHHHH! Somebody help me!

No Substitutes

Reading isn’t one of those things someone else can do for you, like cleaning the house or washing the car. Unless, you read/listen to audio books which I’m not at all interested in doing. I suppose I could get books ‘read’ faster if I listened to one while washing the dishes or playing with the dog, but then again, I don’t do either of those often enough to get through the book. So, that’s no solution for me. Sigh. And my commute is very short. From bedroom to living room or dining room table. Even to the libraries, the drive is short.

On top of all this reading, it so much easier and of course, much faster to read a book than to write one, which is what I’m supposed to be doing!! I must confess, that this summer has NOT been productive to my writing schedule. I am so disappointed that we are now half-way through August, and thus, 5/6 through the whole summer (according to what I call summer–June, July, August). And pretty soon I have to think about starting school up again. Noooooooo! I don’t want to. Really. Maybe we can have a reading year the whole school year. Anybody agree with that??? Please???

What do you do, when the only thing you want to do is read? Leave the work/dishes/laundry/kiddos to themselves?

Buried under library books,

~~Michelle