Any book-lover knows what I'm talking about when I say a book just sucks you in and you can't get out to save your life. You hate putting it down.
My writing is seriously linked with my reading--which it should be. But I don't know if it's supposed to go this far. If I'm reading a really junky novel or sometimes a really good novel, I can't write. They deplete my literary juices. The bad one just makes me hate the words and the good one just keeps calling me back and I don't want to concentrate on what I'm writing.
Sometimes though, if I'm reading a really good novel, it does make me want to write and I don't want to read it. My middle ground is finding some small paperback that is interesting, but not too interesting. Then I can write for a little while, then read, then write...
I borrowed 'Salem's Lot from the Jefferson Davis campus library. Perk had it brought in for me. I don't feel like writing, and I haven't.
Happy Friday.
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