I’m a bad reader.
Granted, that’s not exactly a breaking revelation. If you know me you’ll be well aware that I’ve been going downhill in the reading department ever since I read Robinson Crusoe, and it took me a lot longer than I’d care to admit to realise that Friday was a person. So, yeah, it broke me – and I’ve struggled with novels ever since.
The good news is I’ve recently come to fulfill my reading quota by reading other blogs. They’re real, they’re interesting, and the variety of topics really helps my short attention span. The bad news? I’ve started slacking at that too – and I’m so very sorry about it. But I’m honestly not doing it on purpose – honest, I’m not.
I’m just struggling with having enough time at the moment. I’m consumed with a project that is taking up a lot of my spare time. It’s something I naively thought was going to be real easy, but as it turns out – not that easy. I’d actually go as far to say it’s a little distressing; and it’s dragging up a lot of thoughts I probably would have preferred to keep hidden in a distant corner of my mind (which, funnily enough, is also the part of my mind where I keep the plot of Robinson Crusoe.) I’m also very busy painting, struggling to understand what on Earth is happening in that new Tom Hardy drama, deciding if I should see Trainspotting or the Singing pig movie first, trying to understand how to play Risk (don’t ask) and avoiding the gym at all costs.
So as you can see, there’s been very little time left for reading. Certainly a lot less than I would like there to be.
But – let me be very, very clear about something – when I do get the odd minute to catch up on other posts, I am so very, very grateful for them. Not just because they give me a welcome respite from reading the rules of Risk, but because in a lot of ways they inspire me. So for that – and a load of other things – thank you.
(Now, all jokes aside, if anyone can seriously explain the rules of Risk to me – in the most simplistic way possible – I’ll consider myself forever in your debt.)