It’s not always easy letting go, to keep life moving, to keep scooting right along, but sometimes we can find something to help.  For me, at least for the past many months, that’s been books.

I’ve been on a real literary tear, in point of fact, reading at least one book each day for about three months.  (Though I admit it took me two days to get through Stephen King’s Under the Dome with its 1000+ pages.)  Usually I read three or four books a week, give or take depending on length and content, but lately it’s been like drinking heavily, only in this case drinking from words, not bottles.

And while I won’t delve into it here since I want to spend more quality time putting into words what I think, I do know consuming some 90-odd books in less than three months has done many things, not the least of which has been to rekindle my writing passion, but also to help me see that I truly despise certain kinds of literary devices that some authors use.  (Let me add that calling some of these “literary devices” is being overly generous.)

But let’s not get bogged down in details right now.  Let’s save that for later, shall we?

For now, since silence becomes exponentially more difficult to break the longer it goes on, I figured I’d post something to say life’s going on and I’ve been occupied in the now too-often-ignored offline world.

That’s right, I’m scooting right along, albeit quietly.

Now back to another book.  Maybe you should try it, stepping away from the internet, I mean, so you can remember what it feels like to have sunshine on your face, the touch of type and paper beneath your fingers, the only images those your mind creates from the words you consume.  It’s quite rewarding if you’ve forgotten what it feels like.

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Photos:

1. American coot (Fulica americana)
2. Rock dove (a.k.a. common pigeon; Columba livia)