I have a plethora of books on my shelves. (It’s gluttony as its finest, really) And I make my husband insane because I spend twenty minutes figuring out what I’m going to read.
It’s almost amusing, because one…er…two…bookshelves are entirely full of fantasy books, with a few sci-fi scattered throughout, almost like punctuation. He’ll point to one and I’ll say “no…I’m writing a fantasy, I don’t want to read it. I’m scared it will influence me. Or spur a thousand new ideas I don’t have time/energy for right now.”
“This one?”
“No. It’s very serious.”
“This one?”
“Kind of dark.”
“This one?”
“I don’t want to cry.”
“THIS one?”
“Hrm. Non-fiction.” I wrinkle my nose. Non-fiction too often reminds me of my university days when I would fall asleep reading my text books.
“This one?”
“Um.”
“Gotcha. I’m going to bed.”
I toddle in fifteen minutes later, looking very proud of myself. “You found one,” he says.
“Yep.” I show him the cover:
It’s a dark, serious, non-fiction book which makes me want to cry, and spurs a thousand new ideas, none of which I have time to write.
“It may just be the perfect book.”
He rolled over, grunted something that sounded like “Writers,” and went to sleep.
June 15th, 2007 at 10:19 am
Poor Writers Widow. I get that mutter a lot.
What’s that all about?
Of course, the redneck would be more worried about why I was reading about poisoning. His concern is that I’m getting ideas, but not for a book.
June 15th, 2007 at 11:13 am
You two are in.sane. Which is why we’re friends and why I think your hubsters are funny.
June 15th, 2007 at 11:20 am
Poor WW. I shouldn’t use him as blog-fodder, but I try to paint him in a kind and loving light. I figure people already realise he’s awesome because he puts up with me daily instead of intermittently like the rest of the world. (Of course, divorce IS expensive…)
Jen, WW would worry too, except he knows me well enough to know I’d be too scared I’d eat/drink the poison myself by mistake.
Crys…insane, weird. Whatever
is’all good.
June 15th, 2007 at 11:21 am
Ahh, husbands. They don’t get it do they? Mine drives me crazy asking what I’m reading or what it’s about. Uh. Did you want a synopsis, dude? Cause that’s waaaay too much like work ya know?
Hmm, Army Guy would have serious misgivings about over having that book in the house. I can’t imagine why.
June 15th, 2007 at 11:34 am
It’s actually REALLY interesting, but um, yeah, not a coffee table book, y’know?
My hubby tells me to NOT tell him about the book, he’ll read it himself… “when it comes to Blockbuster”
June 15th, 2007 at 1:01 pm
I love this story. :)It did make me realize how little time I’ve made for reading lately. It used to be odd for people to see me without a book in my hand. Sigh
After this WIP is over I may just sit and read for a week.
June 15th, 2007 at 4:52 pm
Read? You people have time to read! Oh, I get a few minutes a day in between “mommy, I want…” and “Mommy, can I…” and laundry, and watering the new sod, and… sigh.
June 15th, 2007 at 4:53 pm
Oh, and I think I need to go get that book!
June 15th, 2007 at 10:44 pm
Now, Erika, why in the world would you want a book on poisoning when you’d NEVER get time to read it with “Mommy, I’m hungry.” “Mommy, I’m out of underwear…”
Of course, another reason the redneck worries.
He should be more worried about all the murder mysteries I read.
*insert evil laugh*
Hey, Crystal, I think being nuts is a requirement to be a writer…..or married to one.
June 16th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
LOL….My hubby worries when I bring MORE books in the house. He likes to constantly point out the many books I’ve purchased and haven’t read yet. “Why are you buying more books, you haven’t even read that one yet?” They just don’t understand.
June 16th, 2007 at 5:41 pm
LOL. Non-writers just don’t understand.