No, seriously, I know there’s no such thing as a lurk. But there are lurkERS and I think that there may be some lurkers on this blog.
Ha ha ha. Really, I know I used to have a lot of readers and lurkers and now I’m just shouting into the universe–okay, just shouting into the backyard into the shadows where the raccoons lurk. It makes me kind of sad because I used to feel surrounded by people who understood me or who empathized or who laughed at my lame jokes. Now? Just standing in my pajama pants shouting into the backyard.
As I said, sad.
So, what are you reading these days, Mel?
Oh, I’m reading Donald Miller’s Searching for God Knows What. Whenever I read Donald Miller I always wonder what it would be like to be a single guy gallivanting around the country. Then I’m sort of jealous and think that I could write books, too, if only I had time to gallivant instead of making dinner every single night and making sure everyone has clean underpants. Oh, to have time to think! The luxury! I doubt he even has an inkling what a luxury it is to think and write and sleep. (I know. I sound rather bitter.)
Before that, I read Mary Karr’s Cherry, which I did not love, but I wanted to read because it bridges the gap between her first memoir (The Liar’s Club) and her most recent (Lit).
Before that, Jeannette Walls’ The Glass Castle. I loved that story.
(Interesting tidbit: Both Mary Karr and Jeannette Walls first memoirs were edited by Nan Graham.)
What are you reading?
And are you lurking?
Will you speak up?
And now, off to bed I go. And it’s not even 2 a.m. yet. My job is depriving me of sleep.
But I did send off all my Christmas letters, so there’s that.