It’s been said by some (mostly my husband and my mother) that I read A LOT. That I can then write about it is even more confounding to them. It’s always been difficult, but in that great way that anything worthwhile is. When I can find the right words to convey to a reader what it is about a particular book that moved me or made me think, it is the best feeling in the world. Unfortunately, those words have temporarily disappeared.
This site is my job and I take it that seriously but right now my seething brain is full of things like: calling utilities to shut off, how we will fit all the plants in my Prius, do I need to find a new insurance agent, will we get any of our property tax money back (HA!), how much are these repairs going to cost, what do you mean “basic” cable only, one bathroom sink- for two adults?…moving minutia. You see, despite loving Portland, neither Mr. G or I could find a job here so we are moving to Seattle for his new job. Not a horrible move—exact same weather but Seattle is much bigger and more expensive which may mean more opportunities for me. Anyway, I’m reading (only way to fall asleep at night) but my stream of words has dried to a trickle and I’m not comfortable repeating marvelous, engrossing, intricate over and over because I can’t think of more and better words to describe what I’ve read. So while, I would like to be like this:
Doing my best to get everything done in two places at once before November 22nd has left me feeling like this:
or even this
I’m not signing off for three weeks but this week may be rough so bear with me. Carry on with your own reading and please feel free to stop by and share with the rest of us what you’re liking (or not liking). I’ll be back soon, all shiny and articulate, writing from a temporary abode in a new city, which is likely to bring on a torrent of words, lovely words.