I have a wonderful Murakami book to read. I don’t understand why it is so difficult to actually sit down and enjoy it though. I know it is a pleasurable thing to do. Why do I do things that I know are unfulfilling wastes of time instead?
Online news and video sites. Video games.
I never feel like reading a novel is a waste of time, even the throw-away fiction. It still feels like I’m exercising an important cognitive muscle. I feel the same about writing.
The Ancient Undergrad 