When you're reading several novels, a few poems, a philosophy book, and a short story collection while learning a foreign language at the same time, resulting in little to no time to write and upload a new chapter...let's just say that it is too much for the brain to handle unless you can manage them well.
It's a great feeling to discover another author's work, especially when it's a different genre from the one you're reading.
Different styles, different approaches, different way of weaving webs of such complexity that it hooks you and makes you crave for more.
There's no harm in reading stories written in other genres because the things you gain from reading them more than pays off the time you used to read them.
I wander with no particular aim or purpose, bound to my own whims and desires, as I write this post that doesn't mean anything and is pure nonsense for the sake of just writing one due to my curiosity.
No matter, these abrupt thoughts will make themselves known the more I write.
And this post doesn't mean anything more than the ramblings of an Aimless Soul.