Racing to the End…Why?

If I’ve ever had an inkling of uncertainty as to why I don’t read when I’m working on a book of my own, I don’t any longer.

When I’m caught up in reading, I can think of little else. If a snatch of time rears it’s head, I’m reading. If I’m supposed to be getting ready for bed, I’m reading. If I should be running an errand this minute, I’ve likely postponed “this minute” until later so I can read.

I love getting caught up in a story. Especially if that story has characters I care about.

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