Today, I instituted an active “forced-hour-of-reading” rule, in which I would make the time to indulge in my favorite past-time, one hour per day. To prepare, I brewed some chamomile in a favorite clay mug, grabbed my lip balm (a necessity), lit a candle and curled up on the couch with one of the many novels piling up on my “to-read” shelf.
That hour consisted of a metaphorical WWE fight in my brain between Broca’s area and the right hemisphere, my eyes glazing over pages of text while my brain ticked off things I should be doing instead of sitting there. Work: update the analytics spreadsheet. Send that email. Pick out what you’re going to wear to tomorrow night’s event. Shopping list — I need milk (Lactaid), whole wheat bread, egg whites, tomatoes. Sharpen your eyeliner pencil.
So, maybe the long work of fiction wasn’t going to work for me today. I turned to my ever-climbing pile of single issue comic books — all #1’s of new series — that I had purchased in one of my comic book shop fits (where I black out and end up with a receipt for $150 an hour later), glaring at me from my night table. I tossed them onto the couch, took a happy breath, and began.
So, I’m reading today. Together, the art and words have done the trick, allowing me to engage the parts of my brain needed to distract me from those looming responsibilities. Next stop will be back to the comic shop for the #2s (and so on), which I have made a personal promise to not leave collecting dust for six months.
Then again, I can always wait for the trades.
In case you’re wondering, here’s what’s in my bounty:
- TMNT reboot, #1 + #2
- Batwoman, Zero Issue (Jan ’11)
- The Infinite Vacation, #2
- King, #1
- Bendis & Bagley’s Brilliant, #1
- R13, #1C
- Batman: Gates of Gotham, #1
- Green Wake, #1 + #2
- Drums, #1
- Scarlet, #1-3
- Last Mortal, #1
- Philip K. Dick’s Electric Ant, #1 + #2
- Abe Sapien, #1 (of 2)
- Ultimate Comics: X-Men, #1
- Nether World, #1
- Butcher Baker, #1 +#2
- X-Men: Giant Size, #1
- Batman: Arkham City, #1