I made a deal with myself that, until my first novel is edited and finished*, no more books for me.
See, I have a bit of an unintentional mimicking problem, ie if I’m reading a book by a certain author I immediately start writing in their style.
Which is helpful, I suppose, if I want to write the next Twilight series… posing as Stephenie Meyer. But I don’t. Not really.
I’d much prefer to find my own style. That would be nice.
In the meantime, I miss books.