Well, then.

Blink, blink.

I have a full plate, writing included. Driving me crazy. Mostly because I am not writing my fiction.

Reading is my current project to clear my cluttered brain-pan. I had one sitting on my shelf for 5 years (maybe more, like… 8?) so I started reading while I am using a stationary cycle. This gives me an hour of action-packed stuff and I cycle around 16 mph…

While my mph gets me nowhere fast, the read is getting me through chapter after chapter. In Washington, D.C. right now in a pretty decent crime thriller, so perhaps one could say my mph has taken me far.

Lonely writer. Lone (but not so) reader. Sad and lonely blogger.

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