It’s been a very exciting few days, and I have been glued to my favorite news sites, strangely riveted to the North Carolina outcome, and various Senate races. I am forcing myself to refocus following all the excitement of the election and all the chocolate of Halloween. It was suggested I find a good book… I raised my brows. This from someone who even knows intimately what I do for a living.
I read our clients’ work all the time. And I really truly enjoy reading client work — besides the entertainment factor, creating the connection from reading experience to online experience is a professional challenge I never tire of. Right now I am finally reading Eloisa James’s Duchess By Night after the book’s long sojourn of having been lovingly stashed by my toddler in her toy chest (”This book only has one picture, Mommy. It’s so pretty.”) But I always have another book going. Something very different. Often non-fiction, sometimes “mainstream” fiction.
So besides the issue of the six news stories per hour to educate myself about, and the riveting Eloisa novel beckoning, there is the problem of the book I cannot seem to finish. I read Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveler’s Wife in 2004. I have thought about it a lot since — the characters have stayed with me. And then last month I loaned it to a friend and when it re-appeared on my doorstep a couple of weeks later I reread it. Upon finishing it, I began it again. Now it just lives by my bedside and I read random sections. There are passages I have read five times.
I need new obsessions. Really, however, I just need to get back to uninterrupted work. Either that or learn to bake.
Anyone else having trouble refocusing?
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Refocusing? Well, that assumes a prior ability to focus but seriously, me, too, me too!!! ((Holding up hand and waving wildly, which is to say fifth-grader Eager Beaver fashion)).
I was going to hunker down tonight, do some laundry, eat some carry-out, watch some “Lipstick Jungle” and somewhere betwixt and between it all, write. I really did, as they say, have not only a Plan but the “best of intentions.”
But then my writer buddy, Liz Maverick, texted to suggest that since this had been such an historic week, a scintillating week, as writers didn’t we owe it to not only ourselves but to our Art, to well, immerse?
A classic Devil-Angel divide if ever there was one. Devil, angel, devil, angel…
What can I say? She had me at “frozen half-price margarita.”
TGIF
ME!!! I’m still obsessively reading all the blogs I used to read. Can we say: HuffPo, 538, Politico, Daily Kos, and on and on and on? I’m awww-ing over the First Dog and PTA conference nooz and nodding my head enthusiastically to mentions of the cute munchkins and Camelot. (roll eyes)
Er, Hope was it the “half-frozen” bit or the “margarita” bit, I wonder?!
LOL, Keira. A bit of both, I’d say. Actually we had the frozen sangrias instead. I’ve never been a fan of frozen sangria but these were *good.* Just to be sure, tho, we had a second round. I mean, you can’t be too careful about this stuff.
Lime Jungle in Hell’s Kitchen on 9th Ave. Our latest cheap eats find and definitely worth a drop in.
Given that I live clear across the country and all the fun’s to be had on your coast, I’m sort of living vicariously, till the next time I make a visit.
Chilled sangria, definitely. Frozen, eh? Gotta work on the Hubby. He’s the sangria maker of the family.
Wax, I’ve been demonstrating my love for you (all G rated I guarantee) over on: http://keirasoleore.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-in-romancebloglandia.html.