The non existing month for my publishing bothers me immensely. I failed.
The worst thing is that… it’s not like I’ve been neglecting my reading! I mean, if I were to read more, I would forego sleeping.
True, the beginning of this year brought a new work schedule that took some getting used to, and that was more conductive for mind-numbing TV. But summer and fall are always the most relaxed seasons for me, and it became obvious in the number of books I’ve been moving through.
So my attempt to keep up with all the already-read-but-not-talked-about-books will be obvious, so don’t think me a cheater.