I've been diagnosed by a bookish friend (and since I have but few, her opinion is weighty.)
I know I'm not the only one. In fact, I would venture a guess that many of you out there have at least a touch of it as well (at least I'm going to do my best to make it seem that way!)
How do you define Literary ADD? you may ask. Well let's see. I found a website that defines ADD like this:
Attention Deficit Disorder is a biologically based condition causing a persistent pattern of difficulties resulting in one or more of the the following behaviors:So then, Literary ADD would be those things...but with books. Right?
How does this translate to my reading habits and enjoyment of books? First, inattention. Why focus solely on blogging when I could be breaking it up by checking my email every other minute? Sitting down to write (or blog) or even, sometimes, read...when there are so many things to be done occasionally takes super-human strength for me. I get a fair amount of reading done as it is, but I'm sure it could be more if I'd simply stop checking Google Reader to see if anyone out there has a new blog post.
What about hyperactivity? How does that possibly fit in? Consider this: how many books do you read at a time? Why read one book at a time when it would make much more sense to have something going for each mood: nonfiction, classic, book club, junior fiction, ARC, etc. How many books are on your [virtual] TBR list? Why confine a TBR list to 20 books when it could easily have over 200?
I don't think I even need to explain impulsivity. I can't let myself walk into a bookstore unless I'm prepared for the inevitable impulse purchase. I keep stacks of books around me, waiting for an impulse to hit me--demanding immediate reading. My book selection process (deciding what to read next) is largely dependent on impulse. I don't know if I'm capable of reading a list of books in order...the impulse is half the fun!
It's true, sometimes these issues cramp my style. Sometimes I'd love to be able to just pick up the next book in line, and sit down for hours, completely absorbed in the book. Sometimes I get frustrated at my apparent inability to stop following those impulses. But then I'll finish a book and have that delicious feeling bubble up inside me. I think, "Oooh, what should I read next?" and all dissatisfaction melts away.