So many bookstore trips.

Baseball! Nice weather! Road trips! Hooray!

Hello, friends, readers, and the internet void into which unread blog posts vanish!

Celebrating two years of the Moratorium Library!

I talked to my therapist this week about writing.

Something just compels me to keep reading.

Eleven years was a pretty good run for my old watch.

I’m either doing everything or I might as well abandon all hope.

I sat outside for an hour and I feel better.

I picked a helluva week to try to motivate myself to do anything.

Another week, another broken rule.

I technically broke the Library rules with both of the books I finished reading over the last few weeks.

I am in the era of going easy on myself.

My writing has stalled a bit this month.

I find myself sitting before this Google doc draft at almost 11pm on Saturday night without a single idea for what to write here.

I wandered around the assorted stacks and shelves of unread books in my apartment, trying to decide what to read next.

The two books reviewed in this week’s missive were finished mere days apart, yet read in different years.

I skipped writing last week because I took myself on a self-created writer’s retreat up in Cold Spring.

I guess I should’ve known something big was going to happen.

I made a lot of good decisions from my bed this week.