If you’re a writer, chances are you’re a reader too. Like birds of a feather, stuck together. I enjoy reading, but I’ve let it slide on my priority list. This year I decided to set myself a goal number of books to read:
Well, it’s August, and so far I’ve read (and actually finished…that’s a story for another blog) just nine books. Conveniently, there are 21 weeks left in the year, and 21 books I have to read to make my goal of 30 books. So….(inhales deeply) I have to read one book a week every week for the rest of the year, if I want to meet my goal.
Why am I telling all of you this? Well, now I am accountable to you all, aren’t I?!