Reading in Fits and Starts

I never have time to read long stretches anymore. Once upon a time, I read whole novels in a day, but now I'm lucky to find fifteen minutes when my brain isn't insisting I should be doing something else. I thought maturity (oldness) meant your life slowed a bit, but it hasn't been the case, and although I want to read, want to see what other writers can do, I find it only makes me want to get at my own work, to improve something or finish something or create something.



So many ideas, so little time.