As writers we’re told to read. Fill our brains with greatness and we’ll be inspired to write greatness as well.
One problem: when you work with words day and night on a screen, reading feels like work too. I sometimes go 6 months without reading. Why? Not because I don’t love to read. No, I adore getting lost in a new world. But while reading, my editor’s brain never shuts off. Which means I’m editing instead of enjoying a new book.
I’ve missed reading, and I started to ponder the awesome works I’ve read in the past–books that have inspired me to want to be a writer–to be better. All of those books are still on my shelves. Get this:
Real paper and ink books.
I plucked an old favorite off the shelf and sank instantly into a world I adored. I wasn’t editing comma placements or word choices–just falling in love with characters again. 400some pages later, I’m still reading and loving and wanting more.
I thought I’d share my new passion for old books because I’m sure some of you are in a similar situation. Go back to your bookshelves and libraries and bookstores. There are some things the digital age can’t really compensate for, and for me, this is one of them.