By Tqwana B.
My whole life is books. That’s only slight hyperbole.
I go to work and deal with books. Sharing reviews of books, posting about books on social media, sending out review copies of books so I can post more reviews of books. Creating newsletters about our latest books. Sending materials to sales reps about books. Reaching out to accounts about books they might want to buy. Writing catalog copy for books. And don’t get me started on all the dreaded metadata about books. ONIX is a four letter word ’round these parts.
Right now, I have 3 books lined up to read and review for the blog, plus one I’m reading just for myself. Or trying to, because I can’t bring myself to crack a single spine. Four books? I can usually knock that out in a couple days, a week at the most if I’m taking things slowly.
But, I find I’ve hit a plateau of sorts.
And don’t get me wrong. I love my profession, though I’m not sure I like working in marketing anymore. I adore reading. Books are my drug of choice. If I could do nothing but read and blog, I’d do it. But, I’m struggling to get out of this rut. Not the first time, but more pronounced in this instance.
I can’t escape my escapism and being in the book business is slowing becoming un-fun. I just made up that word.
How do you motivate yourself to read again when you can never really take a break from reading? How do you find enjoyment again in the thing you love when that thing is feeling more like an all-consuming and overbearing obligation?