I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I've been reading the same book for months now, because I can't seem to find the time to read anymore. It makes me sad . . . But, let's be honest, not sad enough to get up early in the morning to read before work.
I try to read at night, but I fall asleep; I try on my lunch break at work, but I have messages and social media to check. I don't even try on the weekend, because I'm cooking, running errands, cleaning, spending time with my boyfriend and friends. Sometimes I have band practice or a show, and don't forget playing with my cat Ozma, who has the energy of five kittens . . . Since I'm also a pet-sitter, I'm frequently running out to play with someone else's cat too.
Any time in the evenings is for writing or writing-related research and promotion. So that getting-up-earlier option is probably my only hope. (But won't I just fall asleep earlier and lose evening time? I have to think about this.)
To make things worse, my workplace sells books, so I'm constantly tempted to buy them or at least add them to reading lists that I have no hope of getting through. I'm determined to finish the current book, The Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss -- will I read the whole trilogy? who the hell knows -- and I have these two waiting on my nightstand:
Inside Charlie's Chocolate Factory by Lucy Mangan
The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton
And these two at work are calling my name, among many others:
Uzumaki by Junji Ito
Little, Big by John Crowley
I have multiple screenshots of books that I read about online too, on top of the lists! But I suppose this is far preferable to having all the time in the world and not enough books. Okay, it's time to go to bed.