I haven’t written a post in 7 days. That’s like a year in blog years for those not in the “blogging” world. While I doubt that anyone in the blogosphere even noticed, I certainly felt the absence and not necessarily in a bad way. Sometimes a break does you good.
I’d like to say my absence was driven by my need for family time, but I’d be lying. The truth is I’ve seen a lot of my family lately. I love them dearly, but work and school will do us all some good. I am so tired of answering “What are we doing next?”, that I’m looking forward to dropping the little stinkers off at school on Monday. My husband, returns to work Monday after enjoying the winter off. Each year I look forward to his break at home and then equally look forward to his return to work four months later. So it wasn’t family that kept me from posting.
I could say that I didn’t have access to the internet while I was away, but that would be untrue as well. I am ALWAYS connected, even on holidays. I may drastically curb my time on social media and ignore emails but I generally can post a blog.
The truth of the matter is I was lost in the book A Game of Thrones. I couldn’t put it down.
This is the trouble with me and books. If a book grabs my attention, everything else suffers. I become a woman obsessed. I have to know what happens. I become emotionally attached to certain characters and must find out if the villain pays their dues. This is why I generally don’t pick up books unless I’m on vacation or have a weekend free.
Good books will keep me up all night turning pages, rather than make my eyes heavy. Good books leave bruises behind as I walk into walls and other obstacles while walking and reading. Good books trump everything else in my life until I read the last word on the last page.
I finally finished A Game of Thrones yesterday, and because there are three more books in the series I was only left wanting more. This series may be seriously detrimental to my writing. Don’t forget me.