I’ve been on a reading binge and it’s taking me awhile to come out of the stupor.
Since February 1, I’ve devoured 10 books. My “Books Read in 2015” list has gone wild. This has got to stop.
With my nose in a book, February flew by, which was exactly what I hoped. But today the sun is shining, the snow is melting, the windows are open and it’s time to get my nose back into real life.
I need to reintroduce myself to my kitchen, my laundry basket and my writing desk. They miss me.
I’ve experienced it before: a God-ordained “Aha!” moment.
My thought: “Should I write in my journal tonight or read another book?”
Immediate impression: “Do you want to leave your grandchildren a list of books you read or a book of words you wrote?”
So I will slow my gallop through books to a trot and see if I can find a few words of my own.