reading

I haven't written here in a few days, and I'm trying to figure out why. Usually I'm spinning with desire to share my each and every thought "aloud" with anyone who will "listen", but I'm sort of feeling quiet and mellow - I mean, heck, I'm almost not even nervous about the election. I've also been sick, which may have something to do with it. But, that seems like a lame ass excuse.

I think, really, what's done me in is that I finished that novel I wrote about the other day. This sounds just as lame, but reading literature I wish I had written blocks me up. I start feeling lazy, like, hell, someone else will write it for me. It's not that I think I'm not worthy, or not as good, it's just that, cool, now I get to play computer games more...

I figure something in the next few days will inspire me to vent. Meanwhile, I'm off reading. At least, reading *good* stuff. No more Anne Lamott. No Arundati Roy. But, bring that Clive Cussler crap on! WHOO HOO!!! Gimme some vampire porn! Yeah, baby!