I have to confess that as much as I enjoy the bright summer sunshine, I love a rainy summer day. Why? Because I can stay inside and read without guilt.
When you love to read, well, you're going to read, come rain or come shine. But if it's raining, I can stay inside, put my feet up and indulge guilt-free. Walking into a library gives me the same sort of thrill. It's almost primal, because it takes me right back to when reading was pure pleasure.
What did I read when I was growing up? Trixie Belden. Oh, I adored those books! I'd read them over and over. Ditto The Chrionicles of Narnia. And then there was the summer I discovered Reader's Digest Condensed Books. A Coke, an O'Henry (both rare treats when I was young), a new book and I tell ya, I was in a state of bliss.
So this afternoon, I'll be sitting in my chair with my feet up, Coke (C2 to be precise), an O'Henry and a book. On the recommendation of my daughter, I'm reading A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin right now. It's like Narnia for grown-ups! A really complex kind of Narnia, with sex and violence.
Would I ever write something like this? Not now. I love my own genre too much. If I got to the point where I couldn't sell a historical romance, I'd certainly consider giving it a try. For the time being, however, I'm content to don my reader's hat and lose myself in another author's world on this rainy summer day.