In my never-ending search for balance, I recently attempted to give up reading. Something had to give, and for awhile that something was reading. I stayed AWAY from the library (which was hurting my son much more than it was hurting me). Books were NOT my friends because I was staying up too late reading them. Plus, think of all the WRITING I could be doing when I wasn't READING!
However, I'd say I did the same amount of writing and STILL went to bed late. (What happened to all that lost time? I don't know. I'll never know. I've done similar give-something-up experiments before, and I'm convinced there is some kind of time goblin that eats large portions of my life.)
With the insatiable desire to read SOMETHING I turned to the books that had sat much too long by my bed waiting to be read. I just finished Elizabeth Gaskell's Cranford. And now I'm reading Daphne Du Murier's Rebecca. (Both re-reads and worthy of a second visit.) (Both obviously not YA fiction, which is why they sat too long by my bed.) And this week...we're going to the library.
Have you ever tried to give up reading? Writing? Blogging? Chocolate-chip cookie dough?