I seem to have run myself dry. I’ve got plenty of choices for books to read, but don’t get a page or two into any of them before I set them aside. I’ve started and stopped a bunch of book reviews. I’ve got four posts for here that are in draft form and will likely remain there in stasis. Hard to say why, exactly. Not having a book to read, not reading at least a little bit every day, is consistently a quick route to me becoming testy and unfocused. I know this, but can’t settle on a book to read. Part of me wants to throw all the unread and/or unreviewed review copies into the closet and read nothing but short stories; part of me wants to run out and beg a copy of 2666 from some charitable bookseller.
Things have been difficult here lately – the generally poor state of the economy is affecting my family in a not-so-general way. Condalmo, enjoyable as it is, doesn’t pay the bills; and the bills not getting paid, that’s making the site not-so-enjoyable. I’m not sure where that leaves things here, but as soon as I find out, I’ll let you know.