Readinglessness, adj. Characterizing listlessness and indifference of literature majors towards the written word post-graduation.
But, now... Oh now, I'm getting back into text in a big way. I've made a few resolutions for our move to Boston. And two of them deal specifically with this turning away from the aforementioned lethargy. Goodbye, reading/writing sabbatical!
1) write more. There was once a time in my life where I wrote all the time. Where the need to produce some sort of text that reflected my muddled thoughts was a tangible urge... if I didn't I felt incomplete. Lost. I'm trying to get back into it. And that means wading through choppy fragments and run-ons in order to get my stuff down. This blog will become more of an outlet for that.
2) read. I recently finished a fantastic compilation of advice column letters by Cheryl Strayed called Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Life and Love by Sugar. What a seriously incredible book. There were so many entries that spoke to me. If you have a chance, pleasepleaseplease pick it up. You won't regret it.
I'm also juggling a couple of collections of short stories.
|Love/Imperfect by Christopher T. Leland|
|i am no one you know by Joyce Carol Oates|
Well, that's my little nugget for the day. I figure, why jump into these things when I can go about them languorously, savoring the journey?