Last night’s episode of Glee couldn’t have been timed better. The title of “Funk” and the idea of being in a funk hit close to home. Lately, I’ve been in a funk of my own.
As a lover of books, magazines, e-zines, etc., I read just about anything and everything I can get my hands on. As I writer, I study all these forms to discover why they got published. Lately, the joy of reading has simply disappeared. Sadly, so has the joy of writing.
Last week I picked up my worn copy of Pride and Prejudice in the hopes that I would get out of this reading funk. It didn’t work. My heart broke. The words didn’t jump off the page. Instead they rattled around in my head, seeking answers, studying the passages and each word. I put it back down.
The only thing that would solve this dilemma would be a new book. Something I’ve never even considered reading before. I bought a contemporary romance in paperback. While I read just about anything, I’ve never been into straight romance.
After two pages, I found myself rewriting certain things and noting what I liked. I kept reminding myself to stop doing that.
And I did. The book heated up. I’m enjoying the story. Savoring it even.
Maybe now I’m out of that reading funk. Hopefully, the writing funk will disappear too.