Everyone’s heard of writer’s block… but has anyone ever experienced, what can’t be called anything but, reader’s block?
Lately, I just can’t read. With a 2 1/2-3 hour daily commute, I have a lot of reading time available. And I read fast. Over 6 weeks during the May/June time period, I finished off all 7 Harry Potters (for the second time around), Angels and Demons and another novel. That’s a decent amount of reading, if I might say so myself. I’m a reader.
Some people aren’t “readers” and just have no interest in it; some people need substantial or educational, non-fiction material to grasp their interest; and others can only be absorbed into fictional plots—the more OTT , the better. And for me personally, fictional OTT series take the cake: Twilight, HP, Shopaholics. I have an addictive personality: Once I “know” the characters, I live, eat, breath them. Sometimes literally: Throughout the Harry Potters, I had occasional dreams about magic. And I found myself mentally reacting to actual physical daily activities by trying to think of a spell. (i.e. This replaced my usual mental reflex of wanting to ctrl + z the mistakes and clumsy accidents of every day life. Oye. I know, I have issues.)
Anyways, I can’t read lately. For the past 1-2 months, every time I whip out a book on the train, I find myself unfocused and craving sudoku. So I play sudoku (which I’ve gotten pretty damn good at BTW, and I actually (successfully) completed a Newsday Sunday game of 6-star difficulty—yeah, it’s hanging on my wall).
But why can’t I read? I tried all my favorites—Augusten Burroughs’ new one, Bill Bryson’s journey to Oz, re-reading Becky Brandon nee Bloomwood. I even got the British version of Sophie’s latest, Twenties Girl.
I tried non-fiction, Helen Fisher’s Why We Love; I ventured into self-help, attempting to learn how to ‘live through my spirit’—yeah, you’re intrigued aren’t you… well, I don’t have a clue how to do it because I CAN’T READ!
For someone who literally lives off of modern-day literature, this is VERY frustrating.
I mean I do read. I read all day—articles I’m editing, the NY Times and WSJ small business columns, business blogs, our reader’s blogs, personal blogs.
I get engrossed in travel tales, laugh at satirical humor, scan the lifestyle sections of my fav British nationals and comment on relationship first persons.
I keep the DRN Twitter and FB page up to date, and I read endless articles and links from my personal Twitter followees (I am a follower, not a tweeter).
I read extensive life updates from long-distance friends, and maintain three sentence email conversations with those I see regularly.
I know what you are thinking: Maybe my brain’s over stimulated throughout the day? The thing is, I’ve always done this. And no matter what how much I read during the day, I’ve always craved an in-depth fictional character the second I entered Penn. Reading is a vacation for my brain…
… yet, apparently my brain is following suit of my physical schedule, and doesn’t have time for a vacation.