The world is full of wingnuts and I am afraid I am one of them. I spent what little free time I have had over the past week catching up on reading your blogs. Not that I am saying you are wingnuts…except maybe one or two of you and you know who I mean…But reading about the events that happen in your lives. It makes the people in my life appear normal but shines a glaring spotlight on me. Yikes…
I use to be an avid reader when things went south for me before I started this Tourist journey. I don’t read as much anymore. It isn’t for the lack of trying. Sitting and focusing my attention on a single book, although decadent, has eluded me over the past year. I normally whip off a book a week but this year, I am lucky if I read 6 books for pure pleasure. I have read numerous research studies, text books, academic journals, children’s fiction but not as much for me. My 50 in 50 project is leaving me feeling like those books are homework. I’m just not feeling it right now.
My Beloved Great Gram used to read short stories. I never understood the appeal until recently. Having a great story that I can sink my teeth into for an hour or less and have it be completed, what fun is that? I’ll tell you…It is about all my filled up brain can manage. A brief escape into the life of another before my reality consumes me again. I look at your blogs as my short stories. I have read about a woman’s pain after a betrayal so deep, yet she picked herself up, dusted herself off and continues to walk with head held high. I read about pirate adventures in Caribbean, some of which are pretty damn hot! I read about a fascinating gal in Idaho just chugging along doing the best she can. I read about a mom here in Edmonton who couldn’t be more different than I , yet we are the same.
Here I was bemoaning the fact I can’t get to my every growing list of books on my night stand. When the reality is, I am reading everyday as often as I can. Now that I am finished University until mid Jan, I can’t wait to read more. Rest my brain from thinking, analysing, collecting data, APA references and just indulge in your blogs and maybe a bit of author fiction in the form of an actual book or prehaps my e-reader.
The best part about reading for me is the way characters live on in my thoughts. Your stories are living on in my thoughts. I think about you often…creepy yes, but it is your fault, you are incredibly interesting to me! I learn from you and realize we all have the same struggles as we try to figure why we are here.Not only do you inspire me to read, but you inspire me to write. I have collaborative writing project I am working on and after a few good night sleeps, I will be eager to write down the ideas spinning in my head. So keep it up, clearly I need you in my life!
So tell me….what are you reading?