February 28th, 2011


I got nothing.

I got nothin', ya'll. All yesterday and this morning, I felt like I was in a weird kind of limbo. I poked at things, but never for long, and don't feel like I accomplished much this weekend. I can't concentrate. I'm not sure I want to concentrate. Everything I need to do looks like a mountain.

I've been re-reading some of Barbara Hambly's Benjamin January mysteries, for a blog post, and I think what I would really like to do is hermit away in a hotel room in some forgotten city and re-read piles of books for a week or so.

When I feel this way, I always wonder what I'm doing wrong.

This will pass. I know it will. Eventually.