For the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t have any books checked out from the library. None. Zero. Usually have a large pile or two of library books stacked next to the bed and/or couch, waiting to be read.
The time constraints imposed by the library (read: due dates) helped keep the pile(s) manageable. No matter how busy I am, I always seem to find time to read.
Writing? That’s trickier. If you write on a laptop, as I (now) do, it can be very difficult. Laptops are supposed to be portable, but if you have one with a crappy battery life (like, an hour?) and if you have trouble seeing the screen outside in the daylight like I do, you end up having packed up your laptop for nothing, because you can’t write a damn word under those conditions.
Here’s the funny thing though: Now that I have no library books staring me down, I suddenly do have time to write. Sure, I still have piles of my own as yet unread books, but they don’t have to be finished by any particular date.
They can wait.
Note to self: having a deadline, it turns out, can be very helpful.