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Boy, can I tell it’s summer! I’m starting to hear things like, “more funner” and, “What’s 3×9, again?” seeping from my kids’ mouths when they don’t think I’m listening. By virtue of not being in the classroom every day, they think it’s OK to not “think school” (or act like they’ve ever attended). Such utterances make me want to beat their behinds with a dictionary. But, it’s not just the kids who are taking an education vacation this season. My brain seems to have switched to sleep-mode, too.
I may still (mostly) speak with proper grammar, and I do know what 3×9 equals (29, right?), but I haven’t been doing what it is I do for fun and keep my brain from turning to mush — I haven’t been reading! In fact, I almost seem to be avoiding books. I’ve muddled through a few, but lately, every time I try to start a new one (or an old favorite), my brain resists and shuts down. I’m a person who would normally choose to read the back of a tic-tac box over and over again, rather than read nothing at all. Has the whole world gone mad?!
I wish I could pin-point the exact reasons for this change; Am I (shudder) turning into a nature-lover? Imbibing in too many summer spirits? Kicking back a little too much? Not only relaxing, I’ve been writing a lot more, too, which is biting dramatically into any left-over reading time. My days still begin and end with words, but now they’re my own. This is good and bad. Good that I’m writing, but bad, because sometimes my own words just plain stink. Bad, that I’m not enjoying something that I always enjoy. Bad, because to become a better writer, you need to be an excellent reader.
Given all of these negatives, I can only assume that I’ve come down with a condition. Yes, a legitimate condition that I’m certain can be found somewhere on the internet. Voila! “Reader Burn-Out” — a disease which (for some strange reason) elicits an image of long hair, half-shut eyes and strange smells wafting about.
A few weeks ago, I would have scoffed at such an idea — who could ever get tired of reading? And, definitely, it could never happen to me. Yet, I’m living testimony, folks, and am in need of an intervention.
So, has anyone else out there suffered from “Reader Burn-Out?” What were the books that cured you? Which books do you turn to when nothing else appeals?
Thanks for your input, and Happy(?) Reading…
(I apologize that I couldn’t get the link to “Reader Burn-Out” to work. Check out goodreads.com, to find an abundance of whining discussion on this topic in their forums…)