I have an addiction. It is one shared by many. In fact, if you’re reading this, you’re a member of Goodreads and the possibility that you suffer the same affliction is definitely a possibility.

Reading. Reading is my addiction. To be quite honest if it’s not reading then it’s writing. And that brings me to my problem.

I go through these spurts where I’ll read incessantly, forgoing phone calls, skipping meals, retiring at early hours of the morning as I just can’t seem to put the book down. I essentially become a shut-in, leaving my home bleary eyed as the blinding sun hits my face. Oftentimes when I do finally leave the house, I make it a couple minutes to the car before I take my next hit and open up my kindle app on my phone, resulting in the feeling of carsickness. I’ve found a way around that though—I read until the sickness feels like it just might make its way up to my throat and then tilt the chair back, to sleep the feeling away. 15 minutes later, wake, repeat.

Besides the obvious reasons of why this could be a problem, it’s also a problem for me as a writer…until my obsession with writing kicks in and then I have the same problem with writing, practically growling when the phone rings and jars me mid-sentence.

This is my every day struggle reading/writing, writing/reading. If I’m not doing one or the other, I am usually in a restless state. Actually, at this very moment I’m writing this between hits. I just finished reading a book and am lost in trying to figure out what to read next, so I’m shuffling between Goodreads and Amazon, with the occasional glance at Facebook to see what looks good.

…but, then again I did have a nice writing session earlier, maybe I should strike while the iron’s hot!