… to getting caught up on my TBR shelves.
A year ago, this seemed like an insurmountable task. Last August, though, I decided to make a dent in my unread books while recovering from Clarion West. I started reading.
A lot.
Since then I’ve read anywhere from 6-14 books a month, and it’s made all the difference in the world. Right now, my TBR shelves look like this:
Adult novels: 15
YA novels: 5
Short story anthologies: 7
Non-fiction: 8
Ebooks: 3
Graphic novels: Unsure; probably no more than 5.
Pre-orders arriving over the next few months: A LOT.
This seems incredibly doable. Most of my pre-orders will be arriving in the summer, so if I keep up this pace, I may catch up on my novels before then, after which I can juggle reading pre-orders as they come in and non-fiction/anthologies. Since I tend to be slow at reading those latter two–which is why they’ve built up like this–I highly doubt I’ll stick with my average of ten books a month.
So here’s my conservative estimate: I’ll be caught up on my TBR pile at some point before the end of the year. If that doesn’t happen, you have permission to flog me.
Whatever happens, though, at least I’ll come close, which is pretty exciting on its own. I haven’t been caught up in years–probably since before I started on this whole author gig.
This post was brought to you by a) NERDY EXCITEMENT and b) the compulsive need to show off exactly how compulsive I am.