I’ve got a confession to make…
I haven’t read a book for a while now.
My head is too noisy to concentrate on the words and I can’t seem to keep it quiet enough to steer my mind away from distracting thoughts. It’s extremely frustrating, trying to force a sense of ‘calm’ – so for a long time (or what seems like a long time) I haven’t had the chance to sit down and read a good book…or a bad one come to that.
Thankfully I have been red penning stories for a few friends. There’s something about trawling through a tale looking for errors and flaws (and good bits!) that makes it easier to concentrate. Almost like hovering over each word with a red pen (figuratively speaking) acts as a distraction in itself.
Last night I finished reading a great YA horror from Lex Jones (that had already been edited to death) and it was a pleasure to read for the sake of reading. I can’t say anything about it at the moment apart from it’s going to be enjoyed by many! Cracking story.
I’ve also got to finishing reading a novel in progress from a horror legend, but as I said any heavy reading at the moment is like trying to pull a rabbit from a hat when you don’t own a hat…or a rabbit…or have hands. So apologies to Mr J (you know who you are) for not giving speedy feedback. As well as that I’m red penning stories for three others and offering a quick critique for an opening from a friend in need of direction (why they ask me I will never understand).
On top of all that I’m still chiseling away at my own WIP for an antho next year – a beasty story set in Scotland.
With any luck, and a little bit of forcing, I should get back into the habit of curling up with a good book sometime soon.