It’s a good question.
Between everything else I have to do around the house, the time set aside for writing, the time set aside for maintaining social media, the time set aside for family, is there any time left?
About an hour before I go to sleep, though that time is considerably shortened if the book is boring.
Fortunately, quite often they are not.
The other problem is the intervals between new books from my favourite authors is getting less as they take on co-writers, such as James Patterson and Clive Cussler. And even more authors are now getting co-authors which means my to be read list is getting longer and longer.
It seems the only time I can steal more than an hour away is when I go away on holidays. This we try to do several times a year, and this year I’m hoping that we’ll be able to spend a week in New Zealand.
Damn. It’s a never-ending cycle.
But, at the moment, the list reads like this,
James Patterson, The Inn, Killer Instinct
Clive Cussler, The Rising Sea, Mirage
Steve Berry, The Lincoln Myth, The Lost Order
David Baldacci, Redemption
And, of course, about a hundred others.
As odd as it sounds I’m looking forward to the time in the plane. Aside from eating, or avoiding eating, there’s little else to do other than read.