Just finished posting over on the year long blog. Something I haven't done in awhile. Been bad, lazy and just angry and have let that blog slide big time.
Had to just admit a major flaw in myself. I'm scattered. The whole point of this blog here Spudguns, was to have 1 blog. 1 personal blog to publish on every day. But I still branched off with too many to count for every single topic I care about.
Need to admit something else. You know how not too long ago I bitched about how I'm getting break outs again at my age. All this time I've been connecting it to the early menopause, but seems that is not the case. It's straight up stress. The two weeks my mother was out of town, my face cleared up completely. Holy Anne Rice Novels Batman! Now, it's been a week since mom has been back and my skin is looking like a game of connect the dots again. So not good.
So, my mother is killing me with stress. What do I do? Other then cut all ties to her which I can not do no matter how hard I try.
On the review front... I'm reading what is suppose to be my very last book for review. I say suppose to be, because I am still being sent stuff. But I am reading right now Tout Sweet by Karen Wheeler. A memoir about moving to France. So far so good.
I was looking at my current list of books to read, some for fun some for review and have noticed a pattern. Just finished reading "As Always Julia" the letters of Julia Child and Avis DeVoto, and "Medium Raw" by Anthony Bourdain. Now reading Tout Sweet, and what is sitting teasing me at my mother's because I left it on her coffee table the other day, is Under the Tuscan Sun. Books that have to do with food and moving and trying to write a book. You seeing the patterns here?