and September arrives without warning

Egads! September is upon us and the highs are still in the 90s! Ugh. Bring on the fall breezes please. A lot happened in August (a little too much, if truth be told), but not all of it worth lingering on.

on writing…

No writing happened. None at all. If you’ve been reading the blog for a few weeks, you’ll know why I had little desire to do much more than sit and be still.

on books…

There were books. And there were some wee tumblr reviews. I was in desperate need of a good, fluffy, sugar-coated read to take my mind off things, so I read Jenny Colgan’s Welcome to Rosie Hopkins’ Sweet Shop of Dreams–which had been sitting on my TBR shelf for at least a year. I tried to finish The Winter’s Tale, but just plain lost interest and gave up on that, so I finished the rest of Sakura Hime instead.

Also read an ARC of Windows on the World: 50 Writers, 50 Views by Matteo Pericoli, which proved to be the perfect mental getaway.

I started the month off by reading Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, which was interesting, but not the satisfying continuation I was expecting.

on life…

Shit hit the fan. It’s a fact. It’s starting to get better and I’m finally starting to feel myself again.

everything else…

I’ve been doing a lot of walking and thinking. Also yoga. Yoga became one of my passions this year, and after years of thinking myself highly inflexible, I’m finding that I can bend further and feel more centered than I ever have. It really helped during the turmoil of the last month.

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Author: gricel d.

writer. librarian. cat lady.

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