Occasionally I have a reading drought and I am glad it is a rare occurrence. It nearly always happens when I'm over-tired or stressed etc and it just means I can't face reading anything for a while. I'm just getting over one now (and by something that is definitely not a coincidence, it started a week or so into lockdown here in the UK).
Now this is not the usual me by any means. I DO read all the notices on the fish and chip shop walls (when we're allowed to go back there) and yes I read the back of the cornflakes packet eons ago!
I've learned just to bear with this drought because I know it will pass and it is only temporary. How do I get out of it again?
I turn to humorous prose, which is one of my great loves anyway. It rarely fails to cheer me and, once I've started reading again, the lure of books keeps me hooked, which is what I want of course.
I've had no problem writing during this lockdown. I do wonder if it is my subsconcious telling me "you can do one creative activity, Madam, but you're not doing two!"
Any thoughts on how to tell my subsconcious to shut up and leave me alone so I can carry on reading would be welcomed!