The writing begins again Thursday, Feb 23 2017 

I’ve been a little down and out (after the election) and just out (of this blog, because I haven’t been reading as much), but I’ve started writing again.  Maybe because of the emotions? Or maybe because I’m close to where I’d like to be fitness wise? Or maybe because I downloaded todoist and have gotten a handle on my daily tasks.

In any case, it started with typing up my college poetry and my story notes, which led to me beginning to actually write. And now on my todoist app, I’ve included a “write for 10 min” task, which inevitably leads to more time spent writing per sitting, as I can’t always just stop at 10 min.

I think this helps too, because having a fresh mind on something, and reading over the last few paragraphs makes me study the language further, and acknowledge past mistakes. The review process has always been something I’ve neglected before.

Essentially this all means, that more writing leads to more reading, and more reading leads to more posting. And maybe more posting will continue the cycle!

To make things better, here’s my new favorite photo on the internet that I will leave you with. (Mind you, this photo has been out there forever, it’s just my current favorite photo).

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The one where I learn I can’t do everything. Tuesday, Dec 18 2012 

Who would’ve thought that reading 52 books in a year was ambitious? Apparently everyone in The Twelve group. I sure thought it could be done. Especially since I had been reading a new book every four or five days. But apparently the six weddings I went to this year (a grouping of events called Weddingocalypse) drained me. At least, that’s where I’ve decided to place the blame.

Weddingocalypse had more than one casualty, none a living being mind you. One of these casualties was my new good habit of reading. Totally went out the door. Just flew the coop, pulled a disappearing act, and any other departure related cliches you can think of.  I was really hoping I would actually do it right and get it done.  But I think, well no, I know I overextended myself.  And so that just did not happen.  It’s so embarrassing that I barely even got halfway through (though I think I might get to the halfway point by the end of the year).  Or maybe it’s my commitment issues (“Hi, I’m Ms. IstartsprojectsIneverfinish.  Nice to meet you”).

Otherwise, if I’m feeling lazy, which I most likely will, I’ll give myself the goal of reading 10 unread books off my shelf.  Or maybe 5 unread books and 5 from the NY Times 100 must read list.  And if I can’t complete that, then I’ll know that I really have issues.