Every so often I head over to the bookshop that is around the corner from me and have a look at the titles on offer. But I’m not interested in any of them. It’s like the stories contained in between those pages are not interesting to me. And slapping an award on it doesn’t tip the odds in their favour either.
I think it might be because I’m becoming a story snob. I spend so much time thinking about my stories and how I want them written that when I read a book I can only nit pick it to how I want it. That includes the story itself, how’s it written, where certain parts of information is located.
God damn my craft is messing up my leisure.
Am I the only one or are others suffering like me?
Stephanie Haggarty 
Very interesting. I think you are probably on to something.