I have not posted anything new recently, mainly because I got irritated with the way everything sounded when I read it back over. I felt like everything sounded snarky, and - if not snarky - petulant, or at the very least, self-centered. So I stopped for a while, to figure out how else to write, and about what. That last part is very important, because I also felt like I was starting to write about the same things, over and over.
It took a while to come to me, but I eventually saw the light - it seems obvious, but I finally acknowledged that the long-standing affair that I have been having since I was four with reading is a full-fledged mistress (or would it be mister?), a relationship extrodinare second only to my husband,and sometimes not even him. More...