There are days when I wish I could blow off every obligation that I have and spend the day in bed. I could do it. I just know it. Give me a good book, and maybe bring me some popcorn somewhere during the day, and I’d be set. What a glorious, indulgent waste of time it would be!
Or would it?
I find that when I read, my writing improves. A part of my brain is occupied with someone else’s ideas, which allows a different part of my brain to tackle my own creative roadblocks. Not only do I see the other writer’s words, combinations that I might never have considered using myself, but I discover plot devices and characters. Twists and denouements that have worked for others. I can get totally lost in a mystery that was written before the age of cell phones, and I don’t even notice the lack of technology. I can appreciate the challenges to writers now, who are publishing manuscripts penned before cell phones became de rigueur. I’m especially fond of the scatterbrained main character who is constantly misplacing her phone, or letting the battery die, because as clichéd as it sounds, she is me.
But, I digress. Spending the day in bed with a good book, not such a bad thing, I think. Tune out distractions like the Internet, work, laundry, word count. Allow your brain the opportunity to frolic in someone else’s playground. Just don’t forget to turn off your cell phone, too. Or, maybe just misplace it for a couple of hours. You’ll thank me.