Have you ever just looked around and thought, “I have nothing to do”? And not only can you not think of anything to do, but you wonder what you’ve been doing the days, weeks, or months previous. Like, “what have I ever done?” I’ve been feeling like that for a couple weeks now. What used to occupy my time? I can’t remember.
I read “Night Fall” by Nelson DeMille, “Wild Fire” again by DeMille, a vampire/romance book from Paige, the fourth book of the Outlander series by Gabaldon, and am now halfway through “Eldest” by Christopher Paolini. And that’s just in the past two weeks. I’m just a readin’ fool. I’ve been writing too, which is good. I finished the next two sections for my character and am halfway through a third. I temporarily have a one-up on Tim, and that’s always nice.
That’s really about it. I live a life chock-full of excitement, let me tell you.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve more reading to do.