Life is Sporadic and Choppy
So I'm reading books instead of writing, a few pages here and there, in pieces. I miss being able to read every day like I used too. It's like, I either WRITE. Or I READ. I cannot manage both in the same day. I just cannot seem to write in 15 minute chunks like some writers can. I merely get frustrated and angsty and start inhaling brownies or chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. I SO WISH I COULD!!! Write in ten minute increments, that is, in between laundry loads or phone calls or dinner prep or errands or tending children. Here's what I've been reading the past two weeks. A good way to end the summer, doncha think?
