So, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted. I feel bad about it, but I also feel like there’s nothing I would have done differently. Why? Because I’ve been working hard on my book.
I love having my blog. I get to express all of my deepest, darkest, most bookish thoughts and connect with other book lovers via the beautiful tool that is the internet, but I’m also a writer. Being a writer means that I sometimes have to burrow into my den of creativity and shut out the world. It’s a completely healthy process….I think, but hibernating and running a blog don’t exactly go hand in hand. Sometimes I wanted to post a writing update, but then realized it would just say, “Still writing. Wish me luck.” Two sentences does not a blog post make.
There are also challenges when it comes to book reviews. If you’ve noticed, the last few book reviews I’ve done have been non-fiction books. This is for two reasons: 1) I’ve been into non-fiction books lately; and 2) it’s hard for me to read fiction while I’m writing fiction. Because of this, I haven’t done as many reviews as I’d like to have done and I haven’t completed my October or November To-Be-Read Lists AT ALL.
On all fronts it feels like I’m falling woefully behind, but it is all for the sake of my book, so I can’t exactly be upset about it. I really hope to offer up something more substantial soon in the form of interesting and fun blog posts and riveting book reviews, but right now, my creative energy is tapped and I’m afraid I can only offer up excuses.
P.S.: This last week was Thanksgiving—which I’m sure contributed greatly to my lack of blog posts and book reviews—and I was able to meet my new furry nephew, Calvin. He and Gerald got along swimmingly and had a grand time chasing each other around the house and sniffing each other’s privates.