I found a passage in a book which was published before blogging was invented that suits me perfectly.
This is the worst title in the history of blog post titles ever constructed by a blogger. Thank you, I’ll take that award now. 😜
I read a lot. I suppose most of us who write, or like to write, do the same.
Here’s a thought about that:
Not all reading material we pick up we end up enjoying.
Am I right?
I have come across quite a few blog posts in recent days on this topic. It preoccupies me, but not in the way you might expect. There are always more books you can get your hands on, more reading material. These days, fresh topics are literally within reach of the palm of your hand. A click away.
I think about reading in conjunction with writing. Often, reading something is what inspires me to write something.
But I want to dig a little deeper:
I made them dinner last night even though their dad wasn’t coming home to eat. Typically on those days, I let them fend for themselves or throw together leftovers.
Making dinner was relatively easy as I had pizza dough in the fridge, a foresight from two days ago to double the recipe. I am the queen of recipe-doubling! Ask me how many packages of ready-to-eat Mexican beef, pasta sauces, or meatballs I have in my freezer. 🙂
While I rolled out the dough I made them sweep, vacuum and de-clutter the entire open concept area around me.
About a year and a half ago I started writing a memoir. I wrote it like I was possessed, the words flowing out of my head and onto my screen without too much trouble.
I didn’t edit. I didn’t re-read. I just wrote it out.
Then I stopped.
I worried. Why can’t I continue? Why am I stuck now, after such a strong start?
Two exciting (to me) things have happened that may make you roll your eyes at me.
Go ahead and roll away… 😉🙄