Masterpiece Theatre is on and I don't even want to watch it. I'm totally bored. This blog is boring the mess out of me and it's just for me, to keep me writing-- sort of like my Julia-Cameron Morning Pages except I do them at all hours of the day and night. WHY do I read so much. WHY do I buy tons and tons of books with good intention then take forever to read them...or I start 4, stop 2, regret buying 1, etc. I'm sitting on novels, grammar books, GRE books, writing books, the Bible, theology books, "black and white" classics, some Greek mythology and nonfiction social science books. Oh, and way too many back issues of O, Essence, Bitch, and Entertainment Weekly. And I swear, in the back of my mind, that all will be read in a month (okay, a month and a half). I've got reallllllly good intentions for someone drowning in a sea of words. I can't face that I am overwhelmed. The thought of never reading any of these is not an option. I must read. Always...everything....NOW! It bites to be someone who cares about these things. I probably should be a book editor! I am obsessed with reading. I'm a word junkie, fool for overdosing on information.
I'm bored...and sleepy. Why do I have to wait until 2007 to move to California?? It snowed like a kajillion flakes today and the east coast acted like this was something new, so some things in everyday life fell apart or grounded to a halt. I like the snow, but I want snow-- winter -- to be an option and on the beloved East Coast, it's not. After moving out of NY, I realized that I was over the east coast and so over winter. Before NY, I'd never given the West Coast a singular thought. Who wants to live anywhere except the urban intellectual East Coast? Yeah, well, that's all changed. I want 300-plus days of warmth and/or sunshine. I want winter to be an option. I am L.A. bound, God willing.
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