I was at book club last night. I didn’t read the book. I adore, appreciate, and admire the women. That is really why I went. But, I want to read the book too.
I used to read the book. Every book. I got into 3 book clubs at one point (admittedly, that got a bit tougher to keep up with). I’ve discovered that as I’ve stopped making time to read, writing has gotten more difficult too.
I want that to stop now. I want to read again. I want to write again. And, so I shall. I guess it doesn’t matter where you start, as long as you do. Now where did I put my copy of Mr. Brown Can Moo?