Just wheeled back from my desk and took that picture.
If you’re like me and a writer, you’re probably also a reader.
And if you’re like me, too, you have some books on your shelf you haven’t read.
The stories you heard were good or interesting, but haven’t made time for.
I often like what those books represent to my imagination rather than what they actually are.
Taking the time to dive in is work, getting involved in a story is sometimes a difficult task when there’s not a huge marketing campaign to jam the story down your throat.
But there they are, sitting and waiting. Every year, I want to read more but something else gets in the way. And to be honest, maybe they aren’t worth reading.
The arguments are the same…too much, not enough time. But I need to systematically sort. I need to re-evaluate and see what’s possible. It’s easy just to stack them up for show (I just counted 15-20 books on those shelves I haven’t read), but it’s harder to do something about it.
Trust me, that’s not the largest bookshelf my a long shot in my house.
Let’s be honest though: They represent the me I want to be, not the person I actually am. I have big hopes and dreams, but then often have little follow through. I’ve made an excuse for a lot of my life that I’m a ‘jack of all trades’ but in reality, I’m a person with little focus. I know a bunch of small items about a lot of things. That’s good for parties, but not much else.
Maybe it’s time I at read some books.
I want to knock some of those books out before moving on to other ones. At least finish what I’ve started gathering, right?