in the beginning of june, i had this crazy idea of reading one book per week, every week for the whole entire summer. it was an ideal more than a project that i planned to complete.
i picked out my first book. i got so into it that i finished the book in three days.
after that first book, i reevaluated my 'plan.' at that point, i began to believe this project was actually achievable. besides, i remembered the feeling of being completely lost in a really good story. when you were willing to abandon all responsibilities. when you were okay skipping meals. when you longed to lock yourself in the bathroom just so you could finish one more page, paragraph, chapter.
almost ten weeks later, i am currently on my twelfth read. this morning i had another crazy idea that maybe i should keep this 'project' going for a whole entire year. i know it will help me think, write, create. after all, in order to be able to tell a good story...one has to know good stories. right?