I have been reading in the mornings lately, before I begin writing. A new habit, and I'll see if it'll last, but I am enjoying the regular reading. In the past, I have found it a bit of a struggle to read after writing for the day (or teaching, lecturing, etc). So, I like this: I sit in the back room in the sun, or the rain, with a breeze, and I read for an hour or so in the morning. I even call it work related. It is strange what a chunk of cash for a book will do for you and the legitimacy of how you spend your time. Before, I'd write in time I put aside around making money, lecturing, teaching, and just in general trying to get by. I had many ideas to make money to allow me to keep writing. After I'd finished the book this morning I felt somewhat guilty about my ability to read a book I greatly liked in the morning and write the rest of the day, even if I still teach three days of the week. In the end I reminded myself that it may not last and I should enjoy it.
One of my favourite books is Ondaatje's Coming Through Slaughter. I like it so much that I have bought all of Ondaatje's work since, though I have not yet read all of it. He is not prolific by any means (there are five, seven year gaps between novels) and I keep them like treasures, to be read over time.