Bloggin’ and rockin’ on a Saturday eve. I have an hour and a half to kill before going out into the miserable weather.
Been writing PW reviews all week. Sometimes it gets hard to work with books, try to write things, have books be my major hobby, and still love books. I get to feeling alternately overloaded and overnourished. Trying to shift some attention to my other hobby, music, but I must say obsession with books is a hard habit to kick.
Do other people feel a bit unhealthily yoked to their book/writing obsession at times? Of course, for me, a large part of why I read and write is for the job and companionship words bring me. But I know a large part of it too has to do with deep self-doubt, with the sense that if I’m not making/reading/ingesting something important, my identity feels like it’s unraveling and I don’t know who I am. That’s not how it is all the time, but I certainly get into a mode—and it can last for days—where books are everywhere, swooping down at me like cartoon bats.
But I’ve got the Fugazi documentary INSTRUMENT from Netflix. That should take about an hour and a half, right?