Is that I constantly find myself not wanting to.
So when I saw this post on Leafing Through Life about book reviewing, I had to link it. It’s exactly how I feel about writing reviews these couple of months!
I have read a rather ridiculous number of books in November (haven’t counted yet but it feels ridiculously large) and often feel like I ought to tell you about some of them – at the very least the book that my friend wrote (sorry Mel for the delayed delay!).
But every time I try to sit and think about what to write (never easy to find time to sit at a computer in the first place), my fingers hover over the keyboard, the cursor threatens to blink itself into oblivion, and I plonk out a word or two, I wonder, didn’t I just start a post this way? Don’t I always say this about books? Why do I bother anyway?
Then I close the browser and go do something else.
Even now while writing this I am tempted to do just that.
But I shouldn’t.
I should let you know that I’m still here (hello). And that I’m still reading (although am tempted to give up my current book). That I’m still hitting the libraries (virtual and otherwise) hard. That I’m still adding to my TBR list (monstrosity that it is). That I’m still reading your blogs and appreciating very much that you are still reading, writing, reviewing.