It’s nearing a thousand. Every time I read a review that looks positive or some of the bloggers I trust say something positive about a book, I put it on my wishlist. Every time someone mentions Oh, you should read this book to me, I put it on my list. Every time I see a cover I like, I put it on my list.
There is no way I am going to read all these books ever. There isn’t time. Well, there is time if all I want to do is focus on reading and give up the writing dream (an idea I’ve been mulling over lately as I slouch into winter with no acceptances coming my way). If I turn off the Internet and read every second of the day, I’ll get through them all. And if I don’t add any more books to it. And I ignore the rest of my life.
I wonder what would happen if I simply delete my wishlist. If I didn’t feel compelled the tell myself I should read this book. What would happen? Would I be more free if I simply let these books fade away?
I also think I need some more writer friends. I have an online writing group and they are my writing friends, but I’d like more. I will search some out and ask them what to do about my wishlist. Maybe someone else will know because really, when I look into myself, all I really want is for someone wiser and better than me to tell me what I should be doing next.