Why is it harder to write about words?

Well, I certainly floundered at the starting block with this one. In the month since setting up this fancy blog, dedicated to books and libraries and other nerdy ephemera, I have written all of…oh wait, yup…nothing. It’s not that I’m not reading something. I’m always reading something. Usually multiple somethings. Currently, the hot ticket on my bedside table is Steve Coll’s Ghost Wars: The Secret History of the CIA, Afghanistan, and bin Laden from the Soviet Invasion to September 11, 2001. And it’s pretty freaking good. Detailed, compelling, well-written.

Over the last month I’ve also re-read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, as part of my housemate’s and my project to give each book a close reading, and figure out the real role of Snape, before the final book publishes. I’ve read Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg, and actually had legitimate critical thoughts about it. I’ve been catching up on all my New Yorker reading, and I feel certain there was another book or two read sometime in there.

Yet I have not once felt ready to sit down and write about them.

Not only that, but I’ve been working on my personal statement for my Library School admissions application, and reading up on Library 2.0, important collections development information, Google Book Search, and other various important Library School related things. Haven’t felt ready to sit down and write about that yet, either.

In the interest of not being another person who registers domain space and lets it languish, I am committing to writing something every week for this site. I promise. Tomorrow: a review of Stone Butch Blues, for your perusal.

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