Procrastination

I've been putting off and putting off writing for weeks.  Books have been read (and books haven't been read) and there have been things here and there I've wanted to write about, but whenever I get home, writing doesn't seem to be high on my list of things to do.

Even when, during the day, I think of an idea that I'd like to write about, I either don't write it down, or I do and when I get home, the idea just doesn't seem that great.  I could think of any number of reasons why I don't write.

I'm rather disappointed about it, actually.  Back when I had my other (gaming) blog, I would post all the time - every other day, in my heyday.  And here, you'd think I'd have things to say, but they're deemed not good enough or too weird.  (And again, the irony is that I'm supposed to be writing here to write, not to worry about what my hypothetical audience will think.)

On the 17th, I finished reading The Butterfly Mosque by G. Willow Wilson - I had wishlisted this book in my Nook, but had skipped over it for a couple reading cycles, but came back to it after seeing a picture of her in the Muslims Wearing Things tumblr.  I also had an interest in the book because I secretly want this to happen to me, but also there's more than that.  Probably deserves a post of it's own, to be honest with you.

Currently I am reading Madame Tussaud: A Novel of the French Revolution by Michelle Moran.  I've had it downloaded for quite some while, but I just hadn't gotten to it until last night, really.  It looks very promising, however.