Last weekend, at an author event/panel I had the pleasure of going to, someone in the audience asked a question that got me thinking and that I’ve since discussed with other writers, so I figured I’d throw it out here and see what my blogger friends have to say. And, for the record, most of the authors on the panel seemed to feel the impossibility of the choice as much us in the audience. Anyway, here goes:
If you could either never write or never read again, which would you choose?
Wow. I know, right? Nearly impossible.
I just can’t pick. I keep going back and forth.
The year after my first son was born I did very little reading and didn’t write at all. Once I got used to balancing things a bit more, I started doing both again. It was then that I realized when I’m writing/creating, is when I most feel like me. It’s my escape and my true love and where my heart and soul are. It’s everything I am, I think. And well, it fulfills me in a way that hardly anything else does. I don’t think I could stop writing.
But reading – wow. There is nothing like reading either. And well, as great as writing is, it is work and reading is nothing but pleasure and enjoyment and well, if I could never, ever get lost in a book again – where would I be? No. There’s no way I could give up reading. Ever.
So, basically, I have no idea. As one of the authors on the panel said, can I choose death?
It’s nearly impossible, at least for me.
So what would you choose?