that’s the sound of me, blowing dust off the top of this poor neglected Bookstack.
real life has a way of intruding into even the most ravenous reader’s imagination, and mine has been a bit withered these past days. i can’t really blame it on the heat, for our weather here has been sublime. perhaps the dearth of writing in this space can be traced to the general chaos in my work life over the past week.
whatever the reason, my brain has been tired and limp, so nothing has appeared on the page.
i have been reading however, make no mistake about that. (when i stop reading, you will know that the grim reaper is hovering very near my door.) i’ve been devouring Robert Frost, a very fine biography of this poet, by Jay Parnini. i finished it this morning – all 448 pages of it – and i’ve enjoyed it immensely.
but at the moment i’m simply too tired to talk about it.
what i feel most like these days is curling up in bed with a wonderfully entertaining read and just plowing through it from start to finish, without thinking about anything other than a good storyline with characters who are likeable and entertaining.
i dashed up to the library on my bike this evening, and snagged a copy of The Wednesday Sisters, which I’ve been dying to read after all the great reviews its been getting.
i think this is the perfect night to plunge in.
there’s a bubble bath waiting, and crisp, clean sheets on my bed.
so, off i go.