One at a Time

The week in writing was really the month in reading.

For some time now, I’ve noticed I am reading more but processing less. An article for work, a book for pleasure, a book on tape for walking.

It was too much.

“I only read one book at a time,” several friends told me.

So, for the month of July, I tried an experiment. I read one book until I finished it.

And, not surprisingly, I was so much more satisfied. I retained more of what I read, connected with one writing style, and only exposed myself to one genre at a time.

I also felt calmer, less fractured, and more invested in the work of the writer I was reading.

And I finished multiple books. It’s all good…