Reading Slumps...

 

When you are the owner of a book focused Instagram and blog and are in a reading slump it doesn't leave a lot to post about.  The frog is outside next to my library's book drop.  The world needs more frogs with book sculptures...

Yes, yesterday, book slumpy old me went to the library and just browsed (well really I was letting my teenager look for books for herself and she wanted me to go away... and I didn't have anything else to do) and found two light fluffy reads.  We'll see if that helps break out of this non-reading mood I'm in.

I returned Pony, it just wasn't the book for me right now and was causing me anxiety for wanting to read other books.  Book adultery at it's finest.

I was on page 117, so if I decide to read it later that's where I left off.  It is very different from Wonder.  It is kind of like Mrs. Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children in a based- on- photos- the- author- found sort of way so maybe those just aren't my type of books...

It's Saturday, I'm going to Home Depot, I might finally have a functioning downstairs bathroom after The Great Leaking Toilet Incident of December 2021.  

Carpe weekend or something.

To Everything There is a Season: Spring

To everything there is a season, but am I quoting The Bible or The Birds?  No one knows but me ;)  

I wanted to do some kind of monthly what I'm doing sort of post but I'm not sure I'm interesting enough to do one every month, so for now it will be seasonally.   

What I'm up to Spring 2022 Edition:

Reading: Middle-grade, it is middle grade March...  Specifically, Winnie-the-Pooh (read-aloud with the eight-year-old), instagram post. also Pony by R.J. Palacio for the group read for MGM. 

Eating:  Trying not to as my jaw hurts on one side when I chew.   Doctor Internet says it could be my sinuses, or my wisdom teeth.  The last time I checked, my wisdom teeth (I only have the top ones, genetics are fun...) were so far into my skull they'd need dynamite to get them out, so I hope it's just my sinuses being stupid.  

Wearing: everyday I feel like Mr. Rogers as I remove my rainproof coat when I get inside the house, and put on my sweater. Oh, March you're hilarious... 

Creating:  Other than staring at my computer screen waiting for words to come out, I've been messing around with my scrapbook supplies.  Much easier since they're back downstairs and not in my bedroom... the long sad story of too many kids, not enough house.  

Listening: Where Did You Go by One Less Reason has been in constant repeat in my head so I guess that's the answer.

Watching:  The kids are watching The Wonder Years.  As an adult I find Kevin yelling all the time  annoying and painful (and to think when I was eleven I used to have Fred Savage pictures taped to my bedroom wall...).  Otherwise, I'm in between shows... Got any recommendations?

Playing:  We played Azul last weekend, and I still can't get enough of Wingspan.  I think the Azul pieces look like Starburst...  

Waiting: for Spring Break in a week and a half.   

Adulting: picking up my curbside grocery order today, yay food, probably should fill the gas tank before it gets more expensive ($4.65 a gallon) and I should probably submit my taxes...  

The End(ing):  until the next season.

Spring of the Reluctant Writer

 

First we start a blog, then we forget we started a blog...  then we remember we didn't tell anyone we started a blog so there's not accountability to actual write anything on it.  I, I mean we, should fix that...

Meanwhile, in writingland maybe my next story will be about being a mom during a pandemic.  Just  as exciting as  being a mom in regular times, only with more germs, and a bread machine.  

It has been an interesting last two years that is all I want to say about that.

Now about the writing-- everytime I think I have an idea it turns into the same story.  Some woman vaguely my age, somehow acquires, through weird circumstances because she can't actually afford to buy it on her own, a fantastic house.  I get a few chapters written and then realize I don't have an actual plot...  

The other day while I was working on some genealogy thing,  I thought of a mystery story involving trying to find a great-aunt who was married at least six times (nope, not based on my real great-aunt the serial marry-er, nuh-uh)  but then as I was plotting in my head it evolved into acquiring a house again...

Writing Muse can we just stop with the acquiring a house story thing?  I've probably tried to write that story ten times in the last decade and it never goes anywhere. Please send me something else.  A new idea.  Not involving a house.   No houses.  I don't care if it's beautiful, and old, and neglected, and just needs to be loved, and if it only had the right owner--stop it.  No more house stories!

The end, until I remember I have a blog again in a few weeks...