Today’s is a short post. Why? Because I am a writer and at times writing can be more difficult for me than it can be for other people. There’s a technical term for that – writer’s block. It is my nemesis, archenemy , foe, adversary (etc, etc… gotta love thesauruses.) So today, and recently, I have found little to write about. Perhaps it is the shortage of time or the abundance of stress in my life. Either way, I am itching to write, but it is like those dreadful itches in the middle of your back you can’t reach. I know, of course, what Jane Austen would have to say: “I am not at all in the humor for writing; I must write on till I am.” Three cheers for Jane! And I will go back to wallowing in shameful writer’s block…
Hi, my name is Ivanna Read, *Hi, Ivanna,* And I am addicted to books. I will recite the book addict’s pledge.
I will read every book I own before I buy more books. (But that would account for 75% of the books on my bookshelves!)
I will write down the titles and authors of books that look interesting before I buy them. (I don’t think I have enough paper…)
I will not buy three bags of books that I think look good from library book sales at two dollars a bag. (But it is such a good deal!)
I will then decide if I want to keep those books or donate, pass along, or re-donate them to the library. (But I just bought them from the library book sale that only comes twice a year! Or every Saturday. Or in the basement. Depending on the library…)
I will not buy another bookshelf for the aforementioned books unless I decide to keep them. (Totally keeping! Bookshelf six, here I come!)
I will keep a strict list of books I want to buy and adhere to that list only when purchasing books. (I can do that! My list, it’ll take me awhile to get all 154, but I can do it!)
Please tell me I am not alone on this?