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Short hiatus

 I’ve decided to put my blog on hiatus for a couple of months. It was always meant to add some fun and thoughtfulness to my reading, but I’ve been finding lately that it’s actually been getting in the way because I’ve noticed that I’ve been reading with an eye on ‘WHAT I’M GOING TO SAY…’ rather than just reading for enjoyment and then deciding what I think after I’m finished. Recently, this has been making me feel like I’m planning a self-inflicted book report for school rather than my general rambling thoughts about a book. 

I know a lot of this is related to general COVID grumpiness – I’m reading a lot because there is very little else to do and instead of allowing a book to take me on a journey, I’m finding myself stuck in the present because I’m taking notes for what I’m going to say in my comments.

So much is out of our control at the moment, but reading and thinking about reading in the time of COVID is within my control because this is my blog. To this end I’m going to give myself some space. I’ve still been reading like mad and will continue to do so during this hiatus, but I need to take a little break from the ‘DEEP THOUGHTS’, because they’re making my brain hurt!

I’ll be back probably in a couple of months and at that point I suspect I'll have a lot to say!

Cheers

Sharon

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  1. This sounds like a good idea if your inner critic is getting too loud. I do just the same with cooking blog entries, but I don't think that gets in the way of enjoying cooking in the same way as it does when you want to be absorbed in something. (It's a useful thing to do while waiting for pasta...)

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    1. My inner critic voice getting too loud is a great way of putting it, that's exactly what has been happening.

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