Here it is, nearly the middle of February, 2008, and I have yet to finish a complete book. I've dabbled in reading now and then so far this year, but I seem to be in a slump. I've got excuses -- oh, boy, have I got excuses. School started again, and I have two "new" classes that take a lot of prep time. Both the kids are playing basketball, and we seem to meet ourselves coming and going on our way to games and practices. Minor car trouble. Bad weather. Painting the bedroom, finally, after 12 years. I'm trying to do one more edit of my own little book. I'm just too darn tired - I can't keep my eyes open when I sit down with a book. Blah, blah, blah...
It's not that I haven't done any reading at all. I've read through the manuscript of a friend's first novel, looking for typos and making suggestions about characters and plot. I read through my mother's little book of memoirs that I published for her on Lulu.com as a Christmas present. One of my friends has loaned me several of her own books that she thought I would enjoy. I started the romance novel she suggested, but made it through only three chapters before I quit -- it was ok, but just not what I felt like reading. She has now loaned me a non-fiction book about gardening that she says is funny and well-written. I don't care so much about gardening, but I can appreciate humorous, well-written non-fiction. But it's been over a week now, and the book is still on my bedside table, unopened. Nothing has grabbed my imagination lately. What's going on???
I'm going to pick up that gardening book tonight, I am! I've got to get my mo back!
