I did it again.
I bought some books.
Yes, this is a beautiful picture. Yes, I’m stimulating the economy and helping fellow authors. Yes, I’ll probably end up putting these in my library when I’m done with them and thus enabling literacy for others. Yes. Yes. Yes. These are all good things.
But look at this:
That’s my nightstand… before I added the four new babies I adopted. I think there are roughly 35-40 books on there. And this isn’t taking into account my e-reader, I’ll remind you.
Now, I want you to look at this:
read 69 books toward a goal of 80 books.
Yeah. I ALREADY read about 70 books this year and my night stand STILL looks like that and I CONTINUE to buy books.
This is the futility of the reader. We will never read all the books. There isn’t enough time.
And I love having this problem.