On Monday I wrote about the great momentum I had built over the weekend. I was excited, and ready to face the week. That momentum took me through the day on Monday and into Tuesday morning. And then it died.
To be honest, it was my fault. I decided that I was going to take an hour to read, so I started a book written by one of my #pubwrite friends, “In Memory of Greed” by Al Boudreau. And I got sucked in. (Seriously, great book. Check out my review on Goodreads or on my website.)
I read on and off throughout the day, taking breaks only because my phone kept ringing and people kept showing up at my door.
I went to a baseball game Tuesday night, but picked the book back up around midnight. I finally fell asleep sometime around 3 am, still clutching my Nook.
I got up yesterday and tried to do some work, but quickly realized that I would be more productive if I finished the few chapters I had left, then got to work.
Now, I thought I had kicked this habit of getting so engrossed in a book that I basically shut out the rest of the world. Ha! Apparently not. But I had learned my lesson. I was not going to allow myself to get sucked in again.
Or so I thought.
My grandmother had a couple of appointments I ran her to yesterday afternoon, so I grabbed my Nook to keep me occupied while I waited. I started a book my another #pubwrite friend, Steve Umstead’s “Gabriel’s Redemption”. I figured I would just read while I was out, then come home and work on writing.
Didn’t happen. I read until I had to leave for rehearsal, then read some more after.
I have a tendency to get so engrossed in reading that I will just read one book after another for days on end, getting absolutely nothing else done. When one is done, I move onto the next.
While this is fun, it is not good for the rest of my life (family, writing, etc.). It is especially not good when our community theatre’s production of Willy Wonka opens tomorrow!
I woke up this morning and realized I needed to stop before I feel back into this rut. I need to regain the writing momentum I had on Monday. So, I hid my nook. Seriously. I am going with the “out of sight, out of mind” logic.
To be honest, it isn’t working so well. It is a warm, rainy day, perfect for curling up with a good book. But, as I have said before, it is also perfect for writing. And writing is what I will do.
Only once I reach my writing goals for the day will the Nook be rescued from my super-secret hiding place. As soon as I remember where it is.
Can you get lost in a good book (or two or six) for days? Do you have any other habits that can make you forget about all your responsibilities for a while? Is it sad that I can successfully manage to hide things from myself?