Obsessing
I seem to be doing little these days other than reading.
I am still not back to normal and my muscles keep having these sudden spasms which makes typing more difficult than it should be. My mind seems disinclined to the creative bent at the moment. Maybe it is filling up the cup time.
One of my passing acquaintances over at GR (I cannot call her a friend since she seems to passively despise me) is self publishing a book. I am intrigued by the premise and have pre-ordered it. There is a discount for the pre-order but with s&h I save about a dollar. Oh well, I do not begrudge the money. I want to read the book. I have yet another out-of-print volume on its way, plus a good deal more of the "Song of Ice and Fire" saga, so there is no fear of running out of material.
I shall let my fancy and my stupid body take me where it will and see what comes of it.
It is warm, almost summer, in Atlanta. I am eager for the new windows.
I am still not back to normal and my muscles keep having these sudden spasms which makes typing more difficult than it should be. My mind seems disinclined to the creative bent at the moment. Maybe it is filling up the cup time.
One of my passing acquaintances over at GR (I cannot call her a friend since she seems to passively despise me) is self publishing a book. I am intrigued by the premise and have pre-ordered it. There is a discount for the pre-order but with s&h I save about a dollar. Oh well, I do not begrudge the money. I want to read the book. I have yet another out-of-print volume on its way, plus a good deal more of the "Song of Ice and Fire" saga, so there is no fear of running out of material.
I shall let my fancy and my stupid body take me where it will and see what comes of it.
It is warm, almost summer, in Atlanta. I am eager for the new windows.