I don’t
read much anymore. I know, I know. This is like a cardinal sin for a writer. But
I do have a good excuse. Recreation reading was replaced by grading. And
grading saps brain power. It saps attention span. It saps the will. I still
love the idea of stories. I want to read. I want to immerse myself in new
worlds and characters and escape.
But like my
teaching colleagues, I can’t. I can’t seem to make the transition into that immersive
state because of grading.
However, I
think I’ve gotten my mojo back. Audio books have been helping. I’ve been
sucking them down like water this summer, and I’m even digging back into
physical books. Sure, right now I’m rereading instead of reading fresh stuff,
but I am not going to complain. I am thoroughly enjoying myself, and getting
back some much needed creativity for my own writing.
I just need
to find a way to keep up the momentum, to make sure that I don’t flare out and
crash when the semester comes back full force. I may have to moderate how I do
things. Change the process yet again.