I am not currently reading a novel.
It is, admittedly, unusual.
After a constant state of doing both for the past thirteen months, I have
taken a free day. Yeah, I picked up a
magazine and started thumbing through, which is a nice change of pace. I doubt I’ll make it through the end of the
week—I’ll start another novel. I don’t
really have many things better to do at this point in time. That’s another discovery I’ve made over the
past year, that I enjoyed reading. I
seldom read during graduate school, though I completed a few novels. When your avocation is reading to complete
your degree, you kind of fall out of the habit of pleasure reading. I wish I’d kept a better calculation over the
past few months of what I’ve read, because those manic months where I had four
books going at once were mind-bending.
And honestly, if the library had a better selection and/or I had the
money to download e-books, I’d probably complete a few more. It’ll be interesting to see what I do
next. Unless someone bestows me with a
job or something even better, the writing may come to me again. For now, we’ll see where the reading takes me…
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