Okay, that’s it! I’ve tried to figure out a way to squeeze in more reading time. With snatching up writing and rewriting chances whenever I can, interpreting full-time again, being involved with family, church, friends, answering emails, etc. I just haven’t been able to find enough free time left to read. As my list of books I “can’t wait to get to” now grows to nearly 40, I’ve had to weigh my options and decide: Do I give up sleep or television?
Yup. Opted to not watch T.V. Of course it’s not like I’ve ever spent a lot of time channel surfing because I don’t even have cable, but in the evening when I’m tired it’s easy to plop in front of that large flat screen beauty. And, of course, this doesn’t mean I’m giving up Netflx; I love movies and think they offer an author important glimpses of different kinds of storytelling. But the rest is just dross; at least that’s what I’m now going to tell myself when I get emails from friends reminding me that Survivor or American Idol have a new season starting.
Can I pull it off? No promises. Maybe I just need to remind myself of the fulfilling joy I’ve gotten from reading Jennifer Donnelly’s A Northern Light, Amy Tan’s The Bonesetter’s Daughter, and Nancy Crocker’s Billie Standish Was Here. There are so many other delightful reads just waiting for me, I know I can ignore the television’s siren call… at least I hope so.