These days I'm reading at a furious pace. A book every two days, if not one a day. I'm going through books like candy. Sometimes I forget who was in what book. Where each was set. I'm reading in a fog, and I'm having trouble seeing headlights and even five feet ahead of me. This time of year is a blur. Coming down from the holiday highs, leaning into the vitamin D deficient lows. So I read. I avoid writing because my creativity feels lost in the fog. I read to keep a hold of words. Some words. Any words. 

And instead of hoping that it will pass, I simply wish to trust that my own words will lead me somewhere. Anywhere. 


Not completely unrelated... I've signed up for Liberated Lines, and would urge anyone who enjoys words and love to do the same. Gift it to yourself, an early Valentine's Day gift perhaps? I am excited to see what Alisha and Robin have in store for us.


  1. And sometimes I have all these words that come together and sound pretty good in my head, but by the time I find time to actually write them down, they're lost. Why is it that inspiration comes at the most inconvenient moments? Or am I looking at this the wrong way...?

    But devouring books though? Sounds pretty divine to me.

    1. Justine, yes!! Exactly. I've got it all figured out in my head but by the time I get a chance to write it down, it gets lost in translation, if not just lost.

  2. When the fog lifts, everything will be so fresh and clear!

  3. Your words will always lead you somewhere and it is going to be good. :)

  4. I know Alisha's talked about Liberated Lines on IG but I haven't looked into it yet. I guess I should!


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