I always know when my blog stats take a huge hit, I'm being fucking boring and/or not posting enough. Readers are a finicky lot. Actually, without looking at my blog stats, I still know I'm being boring and not posting enough. It's a sad day when I say....
I have writer's block.
I do. It's tragic. I've had immeasurable trouble settling in to write school papers, to blog, AND even trouble writing my pieces for the upcoming issue of the 'zine. I'm hoping the problems will assuage slightly today as I'm feeling very fluttery and artistic. And it's cloudy outside which, oddly enough, helps. I hate sunlight. I think I'm 1/8th vampire. That would explain the archy eyebrows and penchant for black, white, and red.
I have another confession:
I haven't sat down to read a book in probably a month. I've slogged through parts of readings for classes and such, but my vigor for reading has been down the shitter. It's a concentration issue. However, even though I'm not reading, I'm still having a mad urge to order Siri Hustvedt's book of essays from Scamazon. OH, and Hugh Laurie's first novel, The Gun-Seller...because if he can act, write, row, and play music, I shall hunt him down and rape him. Like I don't have enough books as is. Check out this link to see my books.
I'm starting to feel the itch to read again, and here's a short list of the books I'm aching for:
Close Range: Wyoming Stories (Annie Proulx)...which I started a zillion months ago.
The Amber Spyglass (Philip Pullman)...also started and is undoubtedly wonderful. WONDERFUL!
The Human Stain (Philip Roth)..also started. Promises to intrigue.
The Position (Meg Wolitzer)...Heather liked and sent, which means I'll adore it.
...and a stack of graphic novels. Maybe I should start with those. Easily chewable pieces of literary goodness.
And I'm having a music craving, too. Elise and I went looking for Dave Matthews' solo album, Some Devil yesterday. Circuit City continues to be worthless--I'm sure many of you remember the laptop/restocking fee scandal from summer.
I hate the end of the semester. It's an emotional vomit stew.
Listening: "Collide"...Howie Day