I read this post at Fat Mum Slim and it made my heart race. All those books, all in a pile! To be read. *sigh* It reminded me of a recent trip to my local bookstore, where I had to leave to take a breath: it felt like all these titles were trying to talk to me at once. No, I’m not going crazy, I just think my reading habits have been changed by spending so much time on the net. I’ve forgotten how to browse. Plus, blogs and social media make everything bite size and convenient. Books are more like a feast, where you taste and linger and relish.
Seeing piles of books makes my heart ache. Sure I have the same pile in my house waiting to be read, but I’m painfully realistic about when I will get around to reading them. There are some books that will never be read, and that’s OK. They will sit there for decades, or they will die a humiliating, cheap death at our painfully regular garage sales.
I’ve been on a bloggy diet since my massive post about blogging happy. I have goals to write a picture book, and I can’t say blogging has done much to make that happen. I’m time poor, and blogging is a quick, cheap fix for my writing hunger. And a picture book, well that’s something that’s slow cooked over a low burning fire.
I’m guilty of biting off far more than I can chew – blog, pitch, write, read – and the result is lots of eating on the run and talking with my mouth full. I’m trying to change my habits so I can have a healthy, balanced diet of blogs and books. And trying to work on my own stories. It’s tricky, and I’m beginning to wonder how many calories I can burn each time I sigh? There’s lots of sighing going on here.
Do you spend more time reading blogs or books? What’s more satisfying for you? How do you make room for both? Has blogging made your bum big? (It has mine.)