- Great Falls by Steve Watkins
- Giant Days, vol. 1 by John Allison
- Marvel and a Wonder by Joe Meno
- “Catacombs” by Jason Zencka
Conversation with a coworker on Friday: After spending the week completely stressed and frazzled due to the bathroom remodel situation (#firstworldproblems), I was tearing through the Joe Meno at a decent pace when I could make myself sit down to read and waiting for the hammer to fall. Almost always Joe Meno manages to rip out my still-beating heart and leave me completely destroyed. I was waiting for the heavy blow and simultaneous craving a good romance, an extremely rare occurrence for me. I mentioned it to the coworker in passing and she clung to the idea, assuring me that I needed some fluff and that there is nothing I HAVE to read so my TBR didn’t really matter when it came down to it.
So, what is the point of a TBR? The point of my TBR is to keep me somewhat on track. I know myself and I know that I want to have a varied reading life and that I pull my books from too many sources to keep it straight. Right this minute I may be craving a 400 page paperback romance bodice ripper, perhaps even a specific one that is checked in over in the next room as we speak, but I also equally want to read the books in my current TBR, some of them books that I bought the week they came out because I couldn’t wait and then I haven’t got around to.
Know thyself, and I am an amazing breed of procrastinator. My procrastination is as layered as an onion.
The honest to goodness, adult truth about it all is that there is always something. Something that needs to be done. Something to fill the time. Something to throw your priorities off course. But that’s the key: Priorities. If you truly love something and need something, it’s important to put it first. There is absolutely no reason that I shouldn’t make time in every day for reading and writing.
It all seems off topic for a Tally Monday, I know. Yesterday I was feeling pretty emotionally crummy. It built throughout the day, gathering into a hard ball in my stomach until I got home. I was tired and sad and all I wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch TV and play the Sims. The second I sat down to do it, I felt even worse. What was I doing?? Why wasn’t I cleaning or reading or writing? Instead I was sitting, accomplishing nothing (besides getting a recently abducted single father through an alien pregnancy) and feeling worse and worse about myself. At 9 I turned the computer off and picked up “Catacombs,” my second One Story. When I went to bed I read two chapters of Weetzie Bat.
There are things that make me happy: Cats and Hubby and Books and Lists and Love and Laughter and, yes, order and beauty. Life is about the balancing act, something I have never been good at. My TBR helps me stick to it.
Now, on a Monday morning, I am looking forward to my next read, one that I preordered. One that I’ve had since October.
Happy reading, lovies!