Do you ever get those days when all you wanted to do is read?
When blogging is the farthest thing from your mind? For the last couple of weeks, I’ve found myself in such a stretch. It isn’t because I’ve recently found a treasure cove full of outstanding reads, it’s simply because I just can’t stop. This is good thing – a wonderful thing. Knowing how ridiculous my Mt. TbR is, I’m really happy that I am not in a slump of sorts. I would like to give credit to audio books.
It’s gotten to a point where I could no longer last a day without listening to one. I can no longer work, or even do housework without my iPhone tucked in my pocket. Nor do I find myself without a book when i have a down time. Some time last week, I had two books and my Kindle in my purse. Excessive, yes. But you and I both know that there is nothing worse than a book nerd with a spare time, sans a book. Oh the horror.
Mind you, this is a good thing. Because reading, in any shape or form, soothes my mind. It’s the stress-reliever that no amount of yoga can give. But when I look over at my desk, or find blog-related emails, I feel a little pinch of guilt niggling at the back of my mind. I feel like I’m deserting all my friends. I feel like I’m reneging on an obligation. And I hate that feeling. Because like it or not, there is an unspoken rule of reciprocity amongst us, bloggers.
I’ve been blogging for four years but I haven’t had a stretch of days when I really couldn’t summon an ounce of motivation to write reviews. Until now, that is. While I was drafting my most recent Hoarders post, I realize that there are six books that I need to review. Six. But then I got to thinking, do I really need to review all these books? How about I just talk about a book when I really have something of worth to say?
After drafting this post, I ended up scheduling quite a few more posts. I’m convinced that once you get into the swing of writing, inspiration will follow.