Having just finished a novel, I find myself in a sweet position: savouring the short time BETWEEN novels when I consider what the next book is going to be.
I love this period. It’s a moment to reflect on what mood I’m in and consider the thousands of possibilities out there for my next read.
I’m kind of a slow reader, so this is actually something I need to consider carefully. Reading time is a luxury for me, and I’ll only get to read so many books before I die – fewer than most people BECAUSE I’m so slow. So it’s important to choose wisely.
Do I pick something short and sweet so I can get another title on my bookshelf in short order? Do I look for a multi-novel epic that will take me forever to finish but that might be incredibly rewarding? Do I want something light and funny or something dramatic and serious? Or do I go for SciFi? Fantasy?
I might even re-read an old favourite!
Oh, this is such a great feeling. But there’s a problem this time.
I have another book that needs to get read – a book about Italy that I’m using to plan a trip coming up later this year. Rather than picking out another lovely piece of fiction, I really should be spending any spare reading time devouring that Lonely Planet guidebook and plotting out an itinerary.
Travel planning is such a downer. I love to travel, but I really hate doing the homework.
I know it’s absolutely necessary to making sure the trip comes off without a hitch, but when I have a world of fiction out there to read, the prospect of digesting a travelogue is not exactly inspiring.
Ugh…I so want to procrastinate right now.
Oh well, I can still start in on a short-list for my next novel, even if I don’t get to crack the spine just yet.