Addicted to Stories

I haven't written on this blog for a good couple months. There are many reasons, but one is the fact that I've been addicted to stories. I've been devouring books and movies and tv shows like never before. I'm not going to list everything I've seen, but here's some of what I've experienced:

"The Brothers Karamazov"
"The World According to Garp" (film and novel)
"1984" (novel and film)
"Capote"
"Casino Royale" (film (in the middle of the novel))
"The Prestige" (film and novel)
"Y: The Last Man" the graphic novels (I'm chomping my way through them)
"Ex Machina" the graphic novel
"Equus" (film)
"The Sound and the Fury"
"Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"

It's been literally years since I've read anything for the sake of pure enjoyment. And now, I find myself hungry for books, hungry for stories. And it kind of makes me wonder if filling myself with so many stories will have an adverse effect on my ability to pour out my own stories, or whether I'm merely adding water to the well. I'm not too worried by this new, healthy obsession. If I'm going to be addicted to something it may as well be something worthwhile, right?