The Wait

Reading books is part of my job.

It teaches me how to write.

Some days I barely work at my desk, opting instead to read for long stretches of time. Haven’t had the chance to do that lately because my days have been blessedly crazy (a steady stream of assignments and editorial work at a magazine).

But soon I’ll be leaving for The Ark where I’ll dedicate my time to the personal, more creative writing I enjoy. And, of course, to read.

I have a huge stack of books piled up and ready to go west. Normally, this pile of books would be tempting. After a long day, I’d be up until the wee hours of the morning reading. But knowing that I’ll be able to savor the prose and follow the story at my own pace has stopped me from trying to cram in a reading session at 1am. So the books stay piled, quiet and patient. I know it’ll be worth the wait.