No, not literally…
I know how to read. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to write if I couldn’t read… right? But maybe I never actually learned how to read. Maybe I just memorized what a bunch of words look like.
I do like to read. No… I think it’s fair to say I love to read. Recently, however, I have slacked off on reading. I have so many books, most of which I’ve read in the past. But I’ve also got a lot of books on my shelves that I’ve bought intending to read that I just haven’t touched.
And I have to remind myself of that whenever I’m at Barnes & Noble and I see another book that I want to buy. If I’m not making time to read the unread books I have at home, what makes me think I’m going to read something new?
There are even a few books that I’ve begun… months ago… that I just never got around to finishing.
For example: I loved the TV show The Passage, based on a series of books by Justin Cronin. When the first season ended, and then the show was canceled, I wanted to read the books so I could find out how the story properly ends. I got roughly 200 pages into the first book. Inexplicably, I stopped reading it.
It’s not that the book was uninteresting. I still want to finish reading it. And I still want to read the two books that follow it. I just haven’t.
Who has some advice for finding that motivation to read? Because I want to want to read. For whatever reason, at the moment… I just don’t. Maybe this all ties in to some of the things I wrote about the other day.
In 2019 I set a goal on Goodreads to read 24 books. I figured two per month wasn’t out of the question. I’ve done more in a year. I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t even crack double digits in the year.
So far, in 2020, I’m batting zero.
From where I’m sitting, across the room from all the books, I can count at least 70 books that I want to read. Plenty to keep me busy. Why can’t I get motivated?
I claim that I love to write… that I want to write. And I know how crucial reading is to the ability to write. So why can’t I get motivated?