Put the Book Down!

Hello, friends! Another week, another blog post. It’s been a jam-packed week of research, editing, and rewriting. But the common theme? Books!

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Historical books, suspense, dystopian, and all things fantasy litter my desk and clutter my shelves. I’ve got the U.S. Civil War on the brain for my next novel, and I’m devouring Origin by Dan Brown at night. Hour long slogs, interrupting an already claustrophobic day of work, through Nashville traffic gets my family to ballet practice, but it’s SO worth it.

I sit in sweet solitude parked in a crammed lot of extrovert parents, and I sink down in the driver’s seat, sunglasses donned and sun visor down, as my introvert self avoids contact of any nature. I relish each turn of the page. Black script jumps off the pages and enlightens a middle-aged mind, taking me on a far off adventure, or reminding me of the importance of history (lest it repeat itself!).

Ah, the wonder of those sweet hours (yes, hours) of alone time where the usual day’s stressors (painting walls, laundry that could rival the Himalayan mountains, annoying solicitors that don’t take no for an answer, sticky floors yet to be cleaned, and a yard threatening to swallow us whole if not cut) can thunderously dissolve and books become my salvation.

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Of course, as a writer, books are my life. However wonderful I know that they are, to a non book lover (gasp), they are quite the nuisance. Although, I have to say that my loved ones appreciate my infatuation with the written words, they do find them rather cumbersome to walk around.

So, what would any sane writer do to tackle this all too familiar issue? Kindle, you say! Kobo, Amazon, Apple and other sites grant the reader’s delight in thousands of books all at our digital fingertips! Hundreds can be stored in a teeny, tiny space. Gone are the paper cuts, stubbed toes, and bruised hips. What more could anyone want, am I right?!

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Wrong!

You see, after all is said and done, there’s nothing I love more than the smell of a good book. The tangible nature entices; the sound of pages turning (sigh). It delights my neuronal synapses in a way that the digital copy can not. Don’t get me wrong. I still read digitally, but my LOVE awaits in those paperbacks yearning to be bought (my sweet precious).

Of course, the clutter continues, and until I can afford a decent library the size of the Smithsonian comes my way, I will continue to buy those darlings. I hope my family and friends will grunt (silently), bear it, and understand (probably not). If not, it’s been a fun ride. How I’ll miss their faces;-)

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Just kidding!!! I’m building shelves and determining which ones I’ll give to our local library and shelters. They shall not burden my family longer, and yet, when the last breath leaves this mortal body, may my lovely family surround me, and a novel be ever clutched to my chest.

I want to hear from you! Who else is a book hoarder? What are you currently reading? I look forward to your comments.

Happy reading,

K.D.

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