Sunday Funday

I'm blogging today because I'm feeling totally overwhelmed with all my writing. I love when I have days when writing seems to come so easily to me, and I can just sit at my computer and type out pages of words. Today is definitely not one of those days. I guess I'm just very easily distracted. I've been trying to read a book for the past week, and every time I sit down to read I think of the laundry I should be doing, the food I could be eating, or I think of the things I need to tell my roommate. I'm making up excuses because I don't want to read this one particular book. I love reading, but I read for pleasure and I read books I relate to or connect with. I can't relate to a book written in the 1960's about Americans living in the prairies between the Montana and Canadian border when I've never stepped foot in Montana. Yes, that sounds like a very superficial reason not to enjoy a book, but I cannot find a way to enjoy this literature. It's funny how some genres of literature and written art are appealing to some and not to others. It reminds me how individually unique every human is, and how enormously vast the literary world is. I'm blabbering. This post is the perfect display and example of how my mind is working. Look at how many tangents I've gone on. I have to get back to my "reading"...hope your work is going better than mine.