The TBR Pile Takes on New Meaning
I have a teetering stack of new and recent historicals which I have purchased, but not yet read.
They include, but are not limited to:
Elizabeth Hoyt’s To Taste Temptation
Julia Quinn’s The Lost Duke of Wyndham
Meredith Duran’s The Duke of Shadows
Loretta Chase’s Your Scandalous Ways
Emily Bryan’s Distracting the Duchess
and on…and on…
Each of these books has received glowing, marvelous reviews. I’m pretty much salivating to read every one of them. But right now, the TBR pile has taken on a whole new meaning:
To Be Resisted.
I could blame it on my schedule. To meet my goal of completing revisions on book two and finishing the draft of book three by the end of this month, I can’t afford to spend much time swept up in great book. I need to write a lot, and quickly. And ideally well. But some days, I’ll settle for a lot, and quickly.
But really, it’s not that. I can afford to spend an hour or two, now and then, lost in the pages of a wonderful historical romance. I’ve found time to read other books during the last month–contemporaries, mostly. The problem is, I can’t afford to spend two or three days after reading each one, curled up like a pillbug, questioning who I am and just what in the world I think I’m doing writing in the same genre. I’ve started several of these books – but the moment they start getting really, and I mean realllllly good, I’ve flung them away in despair. And it’s a testament to these authors’ talent, that this often occurs within the first page.
Yes, professional envy: I has it. I has it bad.
Really, though, the phrase “professional envy” seems misleading. Too… professional-sounding. A true professional, I suspect, would be able to suck it up and keep reading a great book in her genre without completely misplacing her will to write, for days afterward. I used to dream, someday I want to grow up to write like the orgiastic love-child of all my writing idols. Now I just want to grow up enough to read them.
Ad the pile is only going to grow…before long, it will include
Eloisa James’ Duchess by Night
Joanna Bourne’s My Lord and Spymaster
Sherry Thomas’ Delicious
And on, and on….I know I’m forgetting a dozen or so.
I think I’m going to rename it the TBRIA pile: To Be Read in August!
It is a rather disappointing thing that fulfilling my dream of becoming a writer has completely changed the experience of reading. Reading ‘long ago and far away’ romances used to be my comfort. Not anymore, alas. Now it’s a test of courage.
My, but I’m maudlin today. Don’t sympathize with me, laugh at me. Tell me to just get over myself. And feel free to add titles to my TBRIA pile.