I allow the books to pile up as a reminder that I have things to read. I love reading but with getting up at 4 AM and writing for a couple of hours, going to work for six hours more, and then getting the kids from school and helping them with homework and whatnot, and cooking dinner, by the time I get to bed I’m struggling to keep my eyelids open. My mind still wants to, but my eyes don’t want to play along.
So, leaving the books there as a constant reminder guilts me into reading, even if it is just for thirty minutes. The other thing is, I’m scared that if I pack them away I might never finish them. As much as I love reading, that is a real possibility, especially when you get tangled up in a busy routine. It then becomes very easy to choose the path of least resistance. This is my failsafe.
And now I have to get ready for work and ponder this week’s episode of “Obscure Tales“.