The Written Word

I don't know what prompts us to throw ourselves on the tracks and purge all over the blogosphere, but I've seen it so many times from so many of us. I've seen confessions and breakdowns and infidelity and loathing and love. I've seen blog posts from people that I'm not sure they themselves have a clue what they're talking about. We all have written posts like that, our internal monologue filling in the blanks so that the reader is only getting half of the conversation, only half of the clues to the puzzle that is our thoughts.

I admit, I read some of your posts with envy. I am jealous of the words and the emotion and the absolute beauty that comes through your words. I am a reader. My family will attest to the fact that I am rarely without a book on my person – or within reach. I used to buy them all until a few years ago when I realized I was going to go broke trying to keep up with my habit – as horrible as a crack habit. You do not want to see me without a book. Trust me on this.

I took a New Years' oath to stop buying books. Okay, not altogether, but I cut back by at least 98 percent. I read about one book every day or two. If it is a very long tome, it may take me a week. I am lucky that my local library is online and I am able to put books on 'hold' – including new releases, so I am in there about once a week exchanging one pile for another. It is highly frustrating to finish one book in the dead of night, only to pick up a new one and start to read – realizing you have read this one already. I used to keep a list of books I'd read, and even tried to put them on my blog, but I just go through them too fast to keep lists of them. It slows me down.

So it is that I feel exceptionally bad about not keeping up on my blog reading. It isn't that it would take me a long time to read your posts. It isn't that I don't want to know what is going on with you and in your life and in your head. I can't really explain why it is that I am so bad at it. I only know that as much as I do read I am inside-out green with some of your posts. I want you to expand those posts – I want to see a book that explores this person further and lets me see more insight than the glimmers you've shown me. The way you turn a phrase or bring a tear or make us smile. I envy that ability to move us with words.

Keep up the good work. You know who you are.*

*Yes, you. All of you over there on that list to the right.

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7 thoughts on “The Written Word”

  1. I\’m always curious about the readers who don\’t comment. I think their thoughts are the ones I really want to hear! (Not that I don\’t love my regular commenters, of course.)

  2. As a fellow book addict, I must say two words — Book Mooch. You can trade away books you\\\’ve read and won\\\’t read again for books you haven\\\’t read. Your cost is the postage. You can build up points clearing out old books and use them to find presents for other readers in your life. It\\\’s lovely.

  3. I’m buying mine on Ebay these days, saves a wee bit of money. Can’t bring myself to ever sell any though.

  4. I have around a thousand books in my library, but I need to go in and clean. I do this every four or five years. Anything I wouldn\’t read a second time goes in the sack(s). Said sacks go to my mom, the family central librarian for everyone else to pick over. When everyone else has had their way with the books, they are donated to the library.
    If I didn\’t have a book, I think I would read soup can labels.

  5. I’m bad with books these days. I used to read on the bus to my former job, but now I drive so I’ve lost that time b/c I love TV so much. I think part of my problem with reading blogs is that they’re on the computer and often times by teh end of the day, I’m just sick of being on the computer and need another medium.

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