Went to lunch today with two friends--it was so nice to be with adults. Not that I don't love my grandson whom I care for five days a week--I do more than I can ever say. BUT, there's a lot to be said for conversations that don't include dinosaurs, Thomas the Train, and garbage trucks.
We talked about books we have read and I was surprised to find that my friends feel just as guilty as I about taking the time to read during the day. There's so much that needs to be done, not just around the house, but volunteering, keeping up with friends and neighbors, cooking, exercising, and on and on and on.
Do I really need an excuse to just sit and pick up a good book? I'm a writer and if I don't read, how can I write? How can I learn how to make my writing more interesting, more pulled together, more realistic if I don't study other writers by reading their work?
So, I hereby give permission to myself and to anyone who's reading this to read whenever and wherever they like. No apologies or excuses necessary.
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