Today in the U.S., where I live, it’s Thanksgiving. The house smells drool-worthy turkey, dinner is not for hours, and I’m starving but I don’t want to eat anything because nothing sounds as good as what I’m smelling–and the promise of what’s coming tonight when everyone finally gets here with their many side-dishes.(Our Thanksgiving is always part potluck.)
I get this way when I’m looking for something new to read, too. Not always, but sometimes I have a craving and nothing else will satisfy. Except with reading, it can be hard to name to that book-craving if you want something new.
Next week is my deadline for my third contracted book, and I’m in the homestretch–the end is in sight! Which means I’m astoundingly sick of this story and longing to dig into something someone else wrote. I just have no idea what that something is right now. Nothing in my TBR pile looks like… whatever it is that I want to read.
Self Realization: I’m so spoiled I probably am kind of stinky!
But I’m thankful. I’m so thankful that today my biggest irritation is: I want to read something AMAZING that someone else wrote, and I have no idea what it is.