Sometimes I feel so left out of the loop when people talk about a new book they are reading. It's not that I don't read, but I just don't read as much as I'd like or as much as I used to. The reason being is that I'm a writer working on a memoir while I have a novel on hold. I'm also a publishing consultant. And a blogger. And I have to maintain my Facebook page and come up with a witty tweet to Twitter. So by the time I can actually kick back to read, I want to simply veg.
The thing is, I'm surrounded by books, piles of books waiting to be read and I promise myself I'll get to them someday. Yet, the pile seems to be growing instead of diminishing. I'm thoroughly enjoying the book I'm reading now, but I only get to read for about a half hour or so. The problem is that if I'm reading I am not writing, and not writing means not getting any closer to finishing the manuscript.
It's a quandary, but I'm guessing that I'm not the only writer with this "problem." But for now, I'll have to be satisfied with the pace I am going on both reading and writing counts. At least I'm chipping away toward some sort of goal and, admittedly, I'm enjoying the journey as it unfolds.