Several of you noticed that I accidentally posted a review for my other blog lisaspiralreads here. The two blogs are both under my WordPress account and I was flipping back and forth and onto my desktop and who knows where and apparently lost track of where I was posting. I’ve acquired a few new followers because of it. Welcome!
I did (briefly) consider counting that as my post for this week. But I really wanted it to count on the other blog. Lisaspiralreads is a challenge to myself. I made what I suppose was a New Year’s Resolution to review 50 books over the course of the year. I don’t think I would have picked White Horse as representative of either blog.
I read a lot, and quite a wide variety. I don’t review every book I read. I tend to wait for a series to be fully published before I start in and read the whole thing through. Why review every book when I’m reading the series? I don’t review every trashy romance novel I read. I don’t review the books I get bored with and never finish. (Because it’s rude to review a book you can’t even get through?)
It’s been a really interesting challenge. I’ve found myself reading more non-fiction than usual. I’ll pick up a lot of non-fiction, but usually I’ll read a few chapters and skim the rest. I’ve found myself more open to suggestions. I’ve read books that I’ve come across reading many of your blogs. Most of my books come from the library, so I’m going more regularly.
My my library system allows me to maintain a list of books on request. When they become available I get an email and I can just drop in and pick up a stack. There are many of us who are “regulars” in the request shelves. One of those “regulars” is often about 2 number markers down from me, and often on the same shelf. I browse their waiting books like I read your blogs, just to see what’s new.
This library user probably got my attention because they had books I’d ordered in their slot. Since I don’t really remember my number I often find my books by title, and then confirm the last few digits rather than actually finding my spot. I figured if they liked some of the books I like, I might enjoy some of the books they like. I’ll often check out what’s waiting for them and then stop at a terminal to log in and add myself to the waiting list.
I don’t know if this person is a man or a woman. I have never seen them and there’s no way the library is going to give me a name. Still I feel like I have a relationship. A reading buddy, like a blogging buddy. Someday I hope we’re at the library at the same time. It would be Kismet.
I skipped posting last week. I didn’t have a particularly good reason. I just didn’t feel like it. Oh, there was a topic I considered, took some notes down. I just didn’t want to do it. Didn’t want to take pictures or dig out old photos. Didn’t want to be esoteric or write another woe is me post. Just didn’t want to.
Some of my blogger friends take sabbaticals from their blogs. They may be gone for a few days or a few weeks depending on how the mood strikes them. I’d like to think it was a sabbatical, but I’m not sure that’s true.
I think it was a temper tantrum. That doesn’t sound very “spiritually evolved” does it? I guess we all have our moments.
I felt like a pouty kid most of last week. I made chocolate chip cookies. (Well, they didn’t exactly turn out like cookies but the chocolate chip cookie roll-ups I ended up with were tasty all the same.) I may have eaten the entire batch over the course of the last week all by myself.
I didn’t take a total break from writing. I posted a review or two on LisaSpiralReads. I commented on a few blogs. I wrote feedback on a ritual. I did my morning pages. I just didn’t write my blog. My pouting can’t be considered a bid for attention since there is no one here but me and Orion and I didn’t expect him to notice. And with blogging it’s writing that gets comments, not not writing!
I didn’t exactly do nothing. Over the course of the week I’ve seen 3 doctors (two of mine one of Orion’s), managed to get the laundry through the wash, dealt with Orion getting his antibiotics back at his day program, talked through an Imbolc ritual, held a class, done some meditation work, played cards with friends and gotten dinner on the table every night. I also spent a lot of the time being a zombie in front of the tv or playing video games.
Like most temper tantrums by the time I got to the end of it I began to think this was harder on me than writing the blog would have been. Maybe it was. Still, sometimes I just need a good pout. At least I don’t feel like I need a vacation from my vacation.
I can’t say I’m rested and rejuvenated, but I am ready to face the world again. So today a blog about Nothing.
Do you ever find yourself taking an unscheduled time out? Have a temper tantrum? Pout just for the sake of pouting?