Most of my reading the last little bit has been taken up with reading and shopping for cookbooks, which is SUPER exciting, I know! Mostly it involves looking for ideas that haven’t been done to death for a new twist or an old classic, especially now that I’m writing for YMC.
Oh, right, I have to link post… Tomorrow, I promise. I will link post once I figure out how to log in and make a small change to my post. NOTE TO SELF: read manual for logging in on Drupal… or just get Jeni or Candace or someone to give me “The Idiot’s Guide To:” version for now.
Needless to say, I’ve been hopping, and by the time I stop working, I’ve not got a lot of steam for my usual online haunts and complicated reads.
So I’ve been reading romance on my Kobo e-reader. Bad romance. The sort of downloadable library books that are generously described as “books” at 80 pages long, and have a plot thinner than a skimpy negligee.
Don’t judge. I can’t keep my brain on ALL 18 hours a day when I’m working 12 of them! And for that very reason (cause I’m slightly ashamed) I am also not letting you know the titles. Even my own inner nerd mocks them sometimes.
But you know what, it’s fine. I read science papers for research sometimes, for Zeus’ sake.
I think I’m covered.
Anyway.
I’m not sure what’s more embarrassing, the fact that I read these books, or the fact that I usually fall asleep after reading about three pages when I read in bed.
Seriously, they’re great snooze material.
And it’s not like I’m falling asleep in the middle of anything important.
They’re perfectly easy to just pick up again.
I can go read something thought provoking tomorrow.
Maybe.
