Lately, one of my favorite writerly treats is reading Nina Badzin’s blog on “The Writing Life. Married Life. And Motherhood.” We have several obvious interests in common — plus an abiding love of Twitter.
I should mention that Badzin has three kids with one more on the way. I am pretty sure that doubling my kid quotient would make my head explode. Yet Badzin manages to stay sane. And eloquent. And not stutter or have an eye twitch. Like me.
Last February, she decided to take on the Book-a-Week Challenge. The idea appeals to me for several reasons. First, my pile of books “to be read” is reaching tottering dimensions. I should probably whittle it down before it falls on someone.
Second, I’d like to spend more time reading and less time checking Facebook “for just five more minutes.” Reading, delving into good books, has always fueled my imagination and my writing. It’s a better example for my kids. And it lengthens my attention span. Anyone else find that spending too much time on-line makes you a bit . . . twitchy??
But my third reason for jumping on the Book-a-Week challenge? It’s easier than having two more kids, avoiding that whole head explosion problem. And labor. Let’s not forget the labor.
I’m looking forward to seeing if I can really fit one more committment into these wobbly days of homeschooling, writing, and puppy training. I’m sure it will involve cutting back on my internet quota, but what else will I have to shift and trim? Maybe someone else will wash the dishes. I could easily give that up.
Of course, I might fail completely. Each book might take me three weeks. Or five. I could worry about the disgrace of having to confess my failure, but I don’t think I have enough readers to qualify for public humiliation (see, there IS always a bright side). In any case, I’m sure I’ll find a lot of word treasures along the way. Check out my new Reading Log page where I’ll keep track of the books I finish.
As I gear up for this latest addition to my juggling repertoire, I’d love to hear your recommendations. What’s the best book you’ve read this summer? And, please, no 1000-page epics or stories involving more than a half-dozen kids. I’ve still got my sanity, more or less. Let’s keep it that way.