It is January 5th, and I am kicking the ass of my single reading goal. (If you missed it, that goal is to read the books I own. All other goals will be summarily ignored and/or evicted.) I’ve re-read one comic, finished two more from my TBR shelf, and completed two novels and a short story collection. That’s five items off of ye ole TBR. Fuck yeah.
January is my personal reading-marathon month. In 2015 I read 22 books in January, the most I completed in any single month. The blank page where my reading list should be motivates me. Competing with my reading list numbers from last year motivates me. The holiday time off from work motivates me. The new goals motivate me. And this year, the fear that I am about to lose a large chunk of reading time is motivating me.
I’m starting a new job. Next month.
No more Young Germany, no more freelancing. A new team. A new company. Shiny new subject matter for my edits and my words. I’ll tell you all about it once my six-month probationary period is complete, I’m on the permanent contract, and I’ve figured out what level of social media connection I want between my name and theirs. I will tell you this: I am going to be surrounded by geeks all day every day, writing and editing shit, and IT WILL BE GLORIOUS.
It will also be full time. I will come home with my head full of New Job Things. Will I still have the brain space necessary to read for three or four hours every night? What will I do when I have to decide between reading and writing something for Book Punks? Who the fuck knows.
Maybe I’ll read less (ha!) maybe I’ll write less (more likely). Tentative plan: no more Tuesday posts, waiting, figuring it out as I go along. Second tentative plan: doing more round ups of what I’ve been reading, less formal reviews.
Hoping you come back often anyway.
How are your reading goals coming along so far? I’ve been reading a lot of goal posts (goal posts har har) on the internet today, and I have dubbed this The Year of the Reading Whim. May we all prosper.