That dreaded feeling when you finish a book.

When I’m reading a book, when I’m completely absorbed in it and I just can’t put it down I feel great. I have something to do with my free time other than just sitting browsing social media on my phone.

I devour it, I’m sure many of you do too. But all too quickly it’s over and you’re left feeling almost abandoned. It doesn’t matter if it’s fiction or non-fiction. That bookless emptiness where you’re searching through reams of books on goodreads and nothing seems interesting.

You feel as though all the books on your shelves, both real and virtual are crowding your mind so that nothing stands out.

The problem is you have to wait, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days before another book pops out at you.

When you’re a reading addict this bookless feeling can feel like being lonely. Your companion has deserted you. And even worse of there’s a person sitting next to you still reading… they’ve found a series.

You need something to do, to occupy yourself. To distract you from the monotony of your internal dialogue. To feed you’re incessant search for meaning, knowledge, anything.

Knowing full well there’s something that needs to be done, research to do, houses to clean, trash to be sorted.

Facebook to read, reddit to browse, Medium to nose through.

Eh who am I kidding?

Just get to writing something for yourself. Even something small. If you’ve enough time to sink into devouring books then you have enough time to create something yourself.

“To escape boredom, man works either beyond what his usual needs require, or else he invents play, that is, work that is designed to quiet no need other than that for working in general.”