I really hate having to admit this, but I must. I haven’t finished a book in about a month. I mean, I’ve been reading, but the two books that I’d started just haven’t held my interest. Luckily, they were library books, so I didn’t feel bad about spending money on them and then not reading them.
I did feel bad, though, since one of these books is a paranormal/urban fantasy—the genre I’m writing in. Another writer pointed out to me, though, that no one has time to read every book in a particular genre. Likewise, a friend and avid reader pointed out that life’s just too short to read books you don’t enjoy. And finally, my own personal spin on this is that I don’t want to inadvertently absorb bad writing habits from my leisure reading. Now, that’s not to say that these were necessarily bad books. They just lacked whatever I needed to pull me in.
It’s also possible that I’m at that point in my development as a writer were I’m just hypercritical of everything. My understanding is that eventually this happens to writers, and some learn to move past it and others simply become more discriminating about what they read. I’m not sure what will happen in my case. But I’ve decided not to feel guilty about it.