Monday, June 28, 2010
Put Away My Gun
You don't come here to hear how busy I am as I sit on my spreading butt and read, right? Well, that's what I'm doing. I'm reading and reading and then doing a little light reading.
Well, there's reading and then there's reading. What I'm doing today is more like studying. I'm actually taking notes. In a notebook! I'm not writing on my hand, the back of a receipt or in the margins of my mind. I'm even using pen instead of a crayon.
This will help me to write a first person perspective of a historical event. Or so I tell myself. Sure, the story is fiction and the event itself is pretty fantastical, but I want to at least have some of the detail correct. That's why I'm reading Voices of Valor and listening to the cd of it on itunes. Fascinating. Gut wrenching and fascinating.
It's reading with a purpose. I'm not writing, but I'm doing research and not the kind that typically finds me skating away, link after link, until I'm looking at photos of old manor houses and watching videos of Peep Show on hulu. I am forever tripping over my own obsessive qualities. I don't need enemies as long as I have myself, I'm afraid.
When I get a little war weary, I take breaks to read a few blogs and studies about self-abuse (thanks, Joe the Cop!).
It's been kind of an odd day. Even for a Monday. A librarian yelled at me this morning. Okay, she didn't actually yell at me, but she spoke rather sternly to me as I checked out four Elizabeth Berg books plus two more novels from other authors. I don't know why the Berg books got her crinkled. I also checked out three Inspector Morse dvds and a Midsomer Murder. She didn't critique my dvd choices. Maybe she doesn't like Berg, but was too nice to say. She voiced concern that I might burn myself out by reading too much of one author. She may have a point. Now I feel bad about making her worry. And for shouting "Who are you, my mother?" at her as I stomped away from the counter.
This general loopiness is probably a result of the fact that I'm back on the low glycemic lifestyle change called The Belly Fat Cure. That could win an award for least charming title. I know it works. I knocked off four pounds by doing it half-assed for three days a few weeks ago. Now I'm serious about it. I know, you've heard that one before. But really, I can't stand myself. I've been mainlining confectioners sugar when I'm home alone. Remember when I used to amuse myself by surfing internet porn? Now I look at dessert recipes. Listen, when you go from porn to puddings, you've got a problem. Looking like a pudding is one of them.
What are you reading or getting yelled at about these days?