Musing Mondays is a weekly meme hosted by MizB that asks you to muse about one of several “bookish” questions… or, you can just ramble on about anything you like that pertains to books! You can join in by clicking the graphic above. Go ahead–it’s fun!
Here’s my musing for this week–
I spent the past week out of town on a trip for work—it involved a fair amount of time in airports and on planes, plus a week’s stay at a very nice hotel. My days were filled with meetings and other obligations, and when I got back to my room each night my brain felt stuffed–all I wanted to do was veg out in front of the TV until I fell asleep.
I’d spent a pretty good chunk of time deciding on which books to take with me on this trip, and in the end I took one hefty library book that I’d just started (We Are Not Ourselves by Matthew Thomas—more about this book in my WWW post later this week!) plus my kindle (loaded with dozens of books for every occasion!). However, to my surprise, I did absolutely no pleasure reading on my trip until I was on my way home.
This trip was really tiring–both mentally and physically—for a lot of reasons. I knew this would be a demanding trip, but I’d fully expected that I’d be able to escape, at least for a little while each day, by reading something for fun. I was surprised to find that this wasn’t the case–I didn’t crack open any “free reading” books until the last day of my trip when my meetings were over and I was waiting to go to the airport. At that point I parked myself in the hotel lobby and read until I caught the airport shuttle—then I read at the airport waiting for my flight, and then I read for about three of the four hours that I was on the plane going home. I felt as if I’d been going through “reading withdrawal”—and I guess I was. Until I knew that my responsibilities for the week were over, I just didn’t have the energy to immerse myself in any fictional reading, but once the week was over I just couldn’t get enough!
I think this is the longest I’ve ever gone without reading anything for pleasure since I was in graduate school (MANY years ago!). I think that somehow I just knew that my brain couldn’t handle any additional information of any kind last week—but now that I’m back home I think I’ll be doing a lot of reading to make up for that lost week!
How about you? What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without reading anything for fun? Why weren’t you reading during that time, and how did you feel about it? Please share!