I.. have a problem. I read. I read like some people smoke. I read like some people stress eat. I read whenever I can. It has always been so, ever since I started my magical studies I was never without a book, and before then I was mainlining sci/fi and fantasy fiction like a pulp junkie.
If I start a band one day, I will call it Pulp Junkie. I call dibs, internet!
But I realize that I am in fact a junkie here. It's a compulsion. A ritual. A safety valve. It also helps lure me into the armchair. The armchair is a thing I dread. It is comfy and static and stale, and smells like old man. Not in a sexy silver fox way either.
As a result of my problem, I will be going on a book fast as soon as I finish "Alchemy Unveiled" by Johannes Helmond. I will start with a week. I will read blogs, check email, and write my own thoughts, but I wont research, or fritter away my time stuffing my mind full of stuff.
I need to spend my time seeing and doing at least as much as I do reading. Time to quest out from the fortress of knowledge. Ideally I'd like to actually DO something during my book fast, but I don't want to trade one thing that has become a distraction for another. We'll see how it goes.