I never though I'd have a blog. Heck, I never kept a diary when I was growing up but I always had lots of to-do lists which were mostly in my head, but I guess blogging is big new way to communicate, to put one's thoughts on paper but now the WHOLE WORLD can see them. This is a scary thought; I'd better behave myself.
Setting aside reading time. Why is it so much harder to do these days? I've always worked full-time, is it because I'm older now, more pooped when I get home from work? I used to read through the night, finish a book at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. and still bounce out of bed rarin' to go. No more. There were months when I could read 25-30 books a month (some of them real heavyweights, literally), now I can barely read 10 books every month. Finding the reading time is a challenge. I can read your mind, you know: you're saying to yourself "then she should be READING right now, not blogging". And you'd be right. So I think I'm going to sign off and get back to my current read, a historical which has received positive online buzz but I've been having trouble staying with it. Omigod, I just had a thought: maybe the quality of one's current read is the secret to setting aside reading time. When the book is awesome you can't stay away from it.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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