Process : The Novel
from chapter twelve :
The problem he had with reading lately was this: if what he was reading was good—and what was the point if it wasn't—it was as if a long wooden spoon had dipped deep into the soup pot of his mind and given a single, sincere stir. Ideas, questions, regrets rose to the top. Some broke the surface only to quickly sink from view again. Some, though, lingered. They stared him in the face. They demanded further attention.
With all that going on, reading was... tricky.