Confession: I don't read

I'm not entirely sure when it happened. But, I don't read anymore. 

Really.  I read almost nothing. 

If it's not on a street sign or posted on Facebook, it might as well be written in invisible ink.

This is weird for me. I've always been a reader. When I was growing up, my parents read to me, we lived in a print-rich environment, and I owned the first 50 Baby-Sitters Club books.  Books before bed, newspapers after dinner...whatever.

Now, if I'm in a waiting room, I search through the piles looking for the magazines with the most pretty pictures.

People ask why I stopped writing.  I couldn't really pinpoint it, but I finally figured it out.  It's really hard to write without reading.

I'm on a program now. First, I committed to checking news websites again. Then, I moved on to opening and reading the articles, rather than just gleaning information from the titles. I am still incappable of reading books that aren't pur entertainment...baby steps.

Alas, I'm writing again.  Sorry for the typos, I haven't graduated to proofreading, yet. That's, like, step 6 or 7 or something.

1st Mobile Post

Mobile Post!

Sounds exciting!  Doesn't it?!

Probably, it's a little exciting because of the exclamation points, but also because it indicates a sense of motion and adventure.

If I enabled the feature where it updates my location automatically, you would see just how exciting it is!   

This sweet little trick allows me to post from anywhere.  That's right.  As i "mobile post" I am all the way on the second floor of my house. In bed. Laying down. With my cat. 
Carpe diem, yo.