No this isn't going to be another Princess Bride Analogy, although who doesn't love a little Princess Bride.
No, this is about going back to the reason I wanted to be a writer in the first place, because I loved to read. I've been feeling a little out of sorts. I have a serious lack of motivation, a full on set of procrastination, and at times I've been darn right lazy. So this week I've decided to start reading again.
I have narrowed my TBR pile down to three books that I want to finish by the end of June.
Some Kind of Normal by Heidi Willis
(I should have read this long time ago - sorry Heidi)
Spells by Aprilynne Pike
The Body Finder by Kimberley Derting.
I'm hoping to get myself out of my funk and give myself some motivation, or else it'll do the opposite and think I'll never be able to write as good as theses ladies so I might as well give up. Hopefully it's the former.
PS: A little six year old girl at church today told me I had swampy eyes. Is that good or bad, I'm not sure?