Writing about doing things and running out of time

I finished reading Toni Morrison’s Beloved yesterday. Read it in two days flat, because I could not stop myself, despite the long passages of dense text, an unfamiliar setting.

I’ve read Sula before, and it was as if she had set the page son fire, what words, what phrases, what sentences, what a book!

Beloved is a longer book. It is also a very emotional book, and for someone like me who has read about slavery in history lessons, this book brought it all home. The pain, the degradation, the de-humanization, the abomination of the human spirit, and its triumph.

It also makes me realize how many good books I have not read…..and how little time there is in life to waste. So as I do my laundry, cook my lunch or water my plants, I mull over how much I have to read and write, and am restless.

Real life is not bad, but when you’re suffering from literary addiction, it begins to take over, and you feel you are doing too many things, and simply running out of time.

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  1. damyantig

    Well, at the very least it is more productive than a Facebook Games addiction 😀

    How’re things with you, about-to-be-published author? I am so happy for you…hugs back to you and family!

  2. DarcKnyt

    There are far worse addictions to have, Damyanti; be gentle with yourself for this one. It does seem to accentuate how little time in the day there actually is, though, doesn’t it? 🙂

    Hugs from oceans away dear friend.