Ramblings

You know how they say that books take you to another world? I have found that to be true in my own experience. However, it's not always a good thing.

When I read too much, I get sucked into the world of the book I'm reading. I use it as an escape. Sometimes, I don't want to do anything else but live in the world of the book. Or, conversely, sometimes I am afraid or repelled by the thought of submerging myself in that world.

I'm not a writer, I'm a reader. I write when I want something to read that does not exist yet as far as I know. When I'm writing "Twenty Feet" (my NaNoWriMo project), I escape to the world that "Twenty Feet" inhabits. For the past two days, my mind has not wanted to live in that world.

Tomorrow, when I force myself to try to catch up with the word count for NaNoWriMo, how will spending all day in the book-world of "Twenty Feet" affect me? I always seem to be significantly affected by whatever I'm reading/writing.

It's why I can't read before bed, unless it's a book I'm familiar with. Maybe I shouldn't write before bed either.

Why isn't my mind satisfied with the world my body exists in?