I have been conspicuously absent from reading other blogs, or anything else in the category of the written word, because I have been alarmingly removed from anything resembling spare time. I am on day 10 of a potential 14-day work stretch without a full day off and will certainly log a great deal of overtime this week. (too bad I’m on salary)
I miss the carefree hours of being able to have enough brain capacity to read on a recurring basis. This phenomenon happens frequently this time of year and I feel like I am missing an appendage when I cannot feed the creative appetite that incessantly yearns to be fed by words.
My attention span is non-existent. My ability to concentrate is tenuous. My capacity to hold a thought is…………………waning. And the notion that I have enough brain power to write blog posts on my own site on a frequent basis is nothing short of laughable.
Next week is a quiet week at work, probably the last extensive time period that I will have to fill my desire to absorb words as quickly as I am able to, and write words that long to be freed from my mind, before the onset of summer. The list of books has been established, the index of writing topics has been inventoried, the sequential collection of email notifications has been queued, the wine has been stored at the proper temperature and the spot on the couch has been reserved.
I can only hope that the three empty days on the calendar at work remain that way, for my sake. I’m slowly learning to be a little more selfish when it comes to pursuing my true passions and I wish for the break in reality to be able to seek the charms of the fantasy life that awaits me in the world of literature and composition.