POINT OF VIEW: The Joys of Reading
I’ve forgotten how good it feels just to read. It seems ironic that I’m a writer who doesn’t read anymore, doesn’t it? It’s like a chef who never bothers to taste any cooking other than his own. Or an artist who never visits an art gallery. I have no time. My work life is severely regimented. I’m one of those incredible overachievers with a truly disgusting work ethic, spared only from relationship ruin by the fact that my amazing husband works right here in the trenches beside me. Last year, I shared here that I’d found little bits of time … Read more