radar blip
We're back from our little road trip. This trip wasn't particularly exhausting as many of our trips tend to be, and I think it's because we took it easy and didn't really plan much to do. There was quite a bit of driving, a little bit of hiking, a lazy cruise on Lake Constance, and much drinking of beer.
I do want to write more about it (I haven't even written about Manchester yet!) but for now I'm deep in a book that won't release me unless the monster has been conquered. I love it when this happens. I cannot imagine never being able to escape into a book or a story.
Admittedly fanfiction, instead of actual books, consumed much of my waking hours for more than half of this past year, and just as the flames were dying down, there was a new trailer for the Sherlock special released last week and now I'm back in the fandom obsessively reading crazy (crazy-good and crazy-crazy) speculations about the show. I don't know if this just proves how out of touch I am with the real world but isn't it fun to have something to obsess about that isn't your job or your children or the rat race? It's like being a teenager all over again - being unashamedly passionate about your interests, reading and researching to learn more. I feel like I'm getting stretched in another direction, and basically, it's just fun. I also need to write more about this.
Okay, this was just a random post into the void, a little blip on the radar screen. I'm still here, just desperately reading as fast as I can (while trying to slow it down because that way I can enjoy it for longer) and shipping the kids off to playdates for the next two days so that I can have some peace and quiet to just READ.
I do want to write more about it (I haven't even written about Manchester yet!) but for now I'm deep in a book that won't release me unless the monster has been conquered. I love it when this happens. I cannot imagine never being able to escape into a book or a story.
Admittedly fanfiction, instead of actual books, consumed much of my waking hours for more than half of this past year, and just as the flames were dying down, there was a new trailer for the Sherlock special released last week and now I'm back in the fandom obsessively reading crazy (crazy-good and crazy-crazy) speculations about the show. I don't know if this just proves how out of touch I am with the real world but isn't it fun to have something to obsess about that isn't your job or your children or the rat race? It's like being a teenager all over again - being unashamedly passionate about your interests, reading and researching to learn more. I feel like I'm getting stretched in another direction, and basically, it's just fun. I also need to write more about this.
Okay, this was just a random post into the void, a little blip on the radar screen. I'm still here, just desperately reading as fast as I can (while trying to slow it down because that way I can enjoy it for longer) and shipping the kids off to playdates for the next two days so that I can have some peace and quiet to just READ.