I usually end up reading an old favorite when I get the chance, though, due to my discouraged state in finding anything new that’s worth my time. No, I can’t say my reading is ever thwarted by the brain kicking into writer mode – usually it’s thwarted by my inner grammarian. Once I find one too many errors in a book, I cease to be thrilled about reading it.

As a member of the Grammar Police (which includes punctuation) I find I can’t ignore rampant mistakes in a novel I’m trying to spend my rare reading time on. Bad grammar, horrid punctuation (none at all, or too much) plus rabid plot bunnies and shallow storytelling abound these days, in self-published works and officially published works alike. Where are the editors? Were they present when these “little gems” slipped under the fence unpolished? Heck, one has to ask if the editors know how to spell or punctuate, either! But I digress….

At present, I have found a treasure: a new book that is really good, well done, and almost no typos. It’s about Doc Holliday, one of my favorite persons from history. Whenever I do get a chance to read it, I enjoy every moment; at least until I have to get back to work on one of my many other pressing projects. Ah, time, you are such a fleeting thing.