And then, I just stopped. The Young Lad definitely sapped a lot of my reading time away when he was little, but then once he started school, I figured I'd have the time again, with the continuing bedrest and all, to go back to reading for hours a day. That never ended up happening, though. I completely lost my attention span for it. Whenever I've tried to settle down with a book, I get this insatiable urge to be doing something with my hands.....sewing or cutting paper or Sharpie painting or organizing something. I feel all jumpy, like I'm wasting the time I could be using to do something more constructive. I certainly can't concentrate, so I just give up. I've only read maybe two or three new books since The Young Lad was born, and he's eleven now. That is some serious badness.
So, I've decided it's time to get on the ball again. I mean, I don't want to give up all my arts and crafts and things that I love to do, but I have to start working the reading back in, as well. I'm thinking I'm going to make myself a sign to hang in here, directly in my line of sight when I'm in my bed, which is nearly all the time, that says "READ TODAY" or something like that, so that I'll spend at least a little while each day working through a book. And I'm going to start with one my dad just finished, and handed off to me because he knows that The Haunting of Hill House is one of my all-time favorite books:
The cover image alone makes me feel like I'm going to like it. Is it good? Feel free to leave a comment if you've read it. Just no spoilers, please!