fiction coma

[dragonlady7]

I didn't ought to have gone buying that book. I got no business reading books. They get inside me, see, or maybe it's that I get inside them, but then I can't really get back out. It's worse than writing because there's no responsibility.
I read Don't Look Down twice last night, and then parts of it this morning. I succeeded in putting it down and going to do other things, and even did some of my own writing, but then I picked it up again, and I got stuck in the middle bit, and I tried to put it down but then I saw Anansi Boys, that my uncle got me for Christmas-- it's a beautiful hardbound copy of it, and it was such a wholeheartedly charming book, so I picked it up and carried it around for a while. I managed again to get other things done-- did the laundry, wrote some more, made dinner-- but the book was there, and I fell into it, sooner or later. And now I've finished it but I want to be inside another one.

This is rather tragic and unsettling and addicting, and I think I really had better get back to writing again, only it's so much easier to just read. Nngh! I'm in grave danger of slipping back into a fiction coma. And my voice, now-- it's all Gaimaned up, which is distressing.

Comments

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Maybe you could find something similar to your own book to read? But that was yesterday, you've probably gotten it fixed by now.