I can't claim to have writer's block, per se, since I don't have any writing assignments, projects, or deadlines looming.
But every now and again I notice that it's been weeks since I've written here and I almost feel guilty about it. Why have I not been inspired? Shouldn't I be making myself write about something?
I finished reading Game of Thrones. It was long and intense, but good. (Novelists amaze me by developing so many characters, settings, and plots.) I have no plans to rush out and get the second book in the series (though if I came across it by accident I would read it). We don't have HBO, so I won't be watching it...and I'm OK with that.
I also read Sandra of the Girl Orchestra, a 1946 Whitman mystery for young adults. My mom got it as a gift when she was a teen. With a title like that, I simply had to read it. It felt good to get through a "fluffy" book in one evening.
Back to "heavier" reading, I'm now enjoying The Mists of Avalon. Arthurian legend from a woman's perspective? Yes, please!
And how could I forget that the new season of Doctor Who has begun?!
What else? I sent The Son back to college. It was nice having him home for the summer, but it was time for him to get back to doing what he really wants to do. And it's time for me to remember that my day-to-day role as a mother now is not the same as it was 10 or 15 years ago. It's hard to explain, but it felt perfectly natural to leave him at the dorm. I could truly feel that right now, that is where he belongs.
So it's been just the same-old same-old around here. If you have any book suggestions for me or a blog post topic to request, please leave a comment or drop me a line.
September has several "holidays" (depending on your definition of "holiday"), so I'll likely be back here before you know it!
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