Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Lacking inspiration

I made a goal for myself to improve intellectually. Huh. I typed that without giggling.

Anyway. I love to read. But, I put a rule on myself--for every fun, trashy, or "my English professor's eyes would roll so far back in his head, he'd have to shave his eyeballs just looking at the title" book, I have to read a classic or something that will help my writing skills develop. I'm using The Bookman as a guide.

The only problem is, I've started Atlas Shrugged, In Cold Blood and Lincoln at Gettysburg, and I can't manage to get into I-can't-put-it-down mode.

I would rather fold laundry. Count calories. Pick my toes. Clean the basement. Clean anything.

Sad, isn't it?

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