Time to Read

Reading has always been one of my favourite occupations for as long as I can remember. I haunted the local library, graduating from the children's section to the wonderful world of imagination waiting for me in the adult section and devoured many different genres along the way. I still enjoy having a variety of genres on the go; lots in print which I read downstairs and over a hundred on kindle which I read in bed, or when I can't be bothered holding a heavy book.
It's a sad fact of being a writer that we sometimes don't take the same time to read for pleasure - or maybe that only applies to some of us. I make sure I read every evening, both the current print choice and kindle choice, but I often think back to the days when I liked nothing more than settling down with my book in preference to any other activity. It's especially difficult if you enjoy TV dramas and films for the visual aspect of the story as much as I do!
But this last week, I succumbed to a nasty fluish cold virus and and my gallavanting was curtailed: no writing group, shopping trips or morning coffees (though I managed to sneak one of those in with a friend by Friday, and hope she didn't mind my weird hoarse voice). I certainly watched a few films, but couldn't be bothered with the computer or Internet as much. So I really enjoyed getting stuck into reading two different novels and it reminded me how good it is to have this means of escape whenever we feel like it. From now on, I'm aiming to fill even more of my time with reading - and I'm already convinced it will make me a better writer in the end.
Rosemary