Reading has always been my favorite thing to do. I always read. Every single day. I use reading to escape and relax. It is one of the constants in my life. When I started reading, I felt like I had found the best thing in the world. I never understood when people said they hated to read. Still don’t. How is that possible? I read wherever I go. I always have something to read with me. If I could read in the shower I would.
When I met my husband he thought I was weird because I read so much. He never read a book he didn’t have to up until then. He thought it was strange that I would rather read than watch TV. (I turned him to the dark side now and he actually likes it) When we went on vacation I used to bring a bag full of reading material. I have always had boxes and bookshelves filled with books. My husband was happy to get me an iPad “so we don’t have to have books stacked up everywhere”
Now that I am writing as a career I find it hard to read. It is the strangest thing. I have a hard time getting into other stories. My head is so full with the ones I want to write down I don’t really have an interest anymore. I have never had this happen before. If I read another story it has to be when I am taking a break from mine or something I have already read. I find books a distraction now. I can watch TV no problem but a fiction novel? Nope can’t do it. It is a new time in my life and there are some strange changes coming. I think I am enjoying the writing more than the reading though so I guess it’s okay.
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