Reading’s enemy no.1 is kittens
I can write anywhere. It might not be my finest work, but I can get a rough draft onto page or screen while being bombarded by any amount of background noise, music, talk radio, tv – even surrounded by roadworks if it proved necessary. Why is it then, that I can’t read under the same conditions? I’m sure I used to be able to lose myself in a book anywhere, but not any more. It could be that I’m reading more challenging books nowadays that require greater focus. I can just about manage reading to classical music, but not song. As soon as you throw words in there, I lose the plot.
A major exception to this is a cafe. The layers of chatter, music and general hubbub morph into comfortable white noise and I’m away. In fact, I find that easier than the pinched silence of a library, or even being alone at home.
Actually, reading at home has become almost impossible now our soppy dog Boo has been joined by a pair of naughty kittens who constantly distract me with their cuteness and monkey business.
Luckily I can head off to the comfort of my reclining chair in the cabin at the top of our garden whenever I need some peace to read.