I’m a binge reader. I can read one or two novels a day and then I begin to feel the way I do when I’ve eaten too much junk food and not enough wholesome food. I then take a break from reading escape literature and go back to what I was escaping — housework, paying bills, writing, gardening, tackling the junk mail pile, working on taxes, whatever. At those times I limit my reading to that which is writing related — Medium, Twitter, blogs, and reference books for what I’m writing. I go for walks and take pictures to illustrate articles.
Checking these off my to-do list ultimately gives me more satisfaction than my fiction binges do. Fiction is dangerous because once I start a book, I know I won’t put it down for more than a few minutes until I finish it. Of course if it’s 3 am and I still have over a hundred pages left, I try to find a stopping place and take some time to sleep.