Calling My Name

You can finish your chapter when there is food on my plate.

You can finish your chapter when there is food in my dish.

So once again it is the eleventh hour and I’m just sitting down to write a post. There is a book in the other room that is calling my name: I am about forty pages from the end and feel pretty certain that I could finish it tonight if I put my mind to it, but I’ve been so bad about posting this year that I would just feel guilty if I put off writing in order to read.

Such a studious dilemma, isn’t it? Reading. Writing. Maybe I should balance my checkbook to get some ‘Rithmetic in there too.

The book in question is “Learning Not To Drown” by Anna Shinoda. It is an early birthday gift from Bean, my writer-sister and  I’m trying to finish it because the author will be visiting Bean’s writers’ group on Saturday and I’ve been invited to join them. It sounds like fun to me. I’m trying to think up meaningful questions to ask that haven’t been asked a million times before, but I haven’t come up with anything yet.

I have the same problem thinking of questions to ask filmmakers when I attend the Q&As after film screenings or thinking of a conversation starter if I know that I’m going to be meeting somebody famous. I want to ask something interesting that will lead to a meaningful answer, but at the same time I know that I’m going to get all of thirty seconds of their time and no matter what I ask the person to whom I pose the question is not going to have enough time to think about an answer.

So I have a book calling my name. I also have a nice soft bed calling my name- both because it is late and because my back has been sending warning twinges up and down my spine for most of the afternoon. It hasn’t gone out- yet- but it is firing the proverbial warning-shot across my proverbial bow. I suppose if my back did decide to go out then that would certainly leave me with plenty of time to read.

I also have a cat calling my name. He wants to be fed. He is being very vocal about this. From the way he is carrying on you would think he was on the verge of starving to death. His last meal was a whole hour ago, after all.

So on that note I am going to wrap it up for the night. Hopefully tomorrow there will be fewer things calling for my attention.



~ by Gwydhar Gebien on June 17, 2014.

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