As in, I have read nothing. Nada. I haven't finished a novel since August.

For a writer, this is obviously unusual. I have started about four novels, and got over half-way through one book, and I just...haven't found myself invested. I've been spending most of my spare time either writing or catching up with my third parent, television. I'd forgotten how much I used to love television.

I don't know; maybe the internet has eaten away at my attention span. I just feel like I've read everything before. The Goblin Emperor, one of the most widely acclaimed fantasy novels of 2015, made me want to throw it out the window quicker than you can say 'canst'. At least TV demands less time from you, and to be honest I feel as if there may actually be more originality in television at the moment than in the novels I've been coming across lately.

I'm not worried - these phases of falling out of love with reading happen to me occasionally, much as I love writing. But are we really in a golden age of telly and a dark age of literature? Or am I just getting old and jaded (and lazy)? I honestly can't tell.