I’ve come to a time in my life whereby I am realizing more and more that I will not be able to make it through all the books I hope to read.
Not even close.
To a certain degree, this bums me out. On the other hand, c’est la vie, right? I mean if this is the greatest problem I ever encounter in my life, I’d be the most blessed person to ever walk the planet.
This realization comes to the fore for me in a pronounced way right now because when I look out at all the time I have his summer to be a reader – and a writer – I realize that while it certainly is bountiful, it ain’t squat.
Time, not money, is life’s true currency and the rich person, I realize, is one who gets to spend their time as they wish.
With this thought in mind, I am going to try and be more thoughtful about the manners in which I spend my literary time. One thing I do know is that reading and writing fills my soul. (Teaching, too, but it’s summer break so I am not exactly pining to head back to my classroom but 2 days in to vacation.) Yet, with so little time to tackle so much, I am forced to be discriminating, if not downright snootily selective.
On the reading front, I am always on the lookout for something good but I have a giant list of titles which I never tackled… and by not having read these books, I feel, to some extent, incomplete. The first of which is The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. (Click here to identify what your “I must read ___________ book before I die” is.)
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For my writing projects, I choose them out of sheer ambition. Each book I write is breaking new ground (for me) so if I feel the fire in the belly for a project, and it is something which I believe will force me to reach, stretch and grow, I am eager to take it on. Funny how this doesn’t translate to becoming erudite though. My latest foray – the place where the fire has burned most brightly in the belly for me – has been YA comedy. After a host of books that range from deep grit to urban drama, I wanted to flex my funny bone – and prove (at least to myself) that I can write high quality humor. As many writers will attest, cranking out a make you laugh-out-loud book is one of the most challenging things to do. I like that challenge.
Plus, I like fart jokes… so perhaps I can catch wind of how to approach such a massive, gaseous task.
Either way, I may also slow down on the blogging front as well. Perhaps less will be more? After all, cranking out 3 blogs a week as opposed to 6, well… is there really anyone who is going to miss my witty repartee?
Time is our currency… I think I need to be a bit more mindful these days. I sense the sands in the hourglass a bit more than I used to.