Updated: Sep 7, 2019
I chose to spend my quiet time this morning before the monsters woke up reading instead of writing today. So now, I'm sitting at a kitchen table full of toys while Ace drives his Tonka Truck and plays with blocks, and Hope eats her Cheerios and throws Ace's toys on the ground and laughs (Ace doesn't laugh). It's amusing.
I would really like to find a way to fit my reading in more consistently. Most likely, that will mean reading in shorter spurts.
I guess I can find 10 minutes in my morning to do it.
I really prefer to sit down for an hour or so and really dig into a book, but it's hard to find an extra hour most of the time; and I'm not prepared to wake up at 4 am just yet.
I've been passing up my book lately because that hour isn't there, unless I sacrifice my writing time, and while I joked about that on Day 177, that's not something I'm willing to do. I might also save time if I cut out the middle man, skipping the hand written journal and going directly to the blog, but there is something therapeutic about writing it out by hand, and I'm not willing to skip that either quite yet.
Ten minutes at a time is easier to find than an hour. I might even be able to find it a few times a day.
I've been working on the same book since the end of July (Never Split The Difference by Chris Voss), and that is a shame because both the entertainment value and the practical value are through the roof. It's more because I hate putting it down, so I have been waiting for a opportunity to sit down and read for an extended period of time, but that hasn't happened. I've been toting it around with me everywhere, but haven't been making much progress.
Time to start chipping away, ten minutes at a time, every day.
Thanks for reading along while I hashed out that issue with myself. Hopefully it sparks some ideas of how you can be more creative with finding time to read yourself.