Mais it's Monday

I really dislike Mondays. It feels like punishment for having a good weekend. I didn't get anything written this weekend. Shame on me. I turned my laptop on, hooked up my external hard drive and got distracted by books I'd purchased. So, what do I do? I read 3 of them. heh

I devour books. Ever since I was a teenager, it was nothing for me to go through five to ten books a week (depending on activities that week). To this day, people will say 'you bought MORE books?' to which I have to respond 'It's better than buying crack.' Which it is! Honest. So what if romance novels are my drug of choice. They aren't illegal and they do almost the same thing illegal drugs do: they expand my mind, bring me to far away places, I see dead people (vampires, etc.), and I can do it all in my pajamas if I want to.

It's always been my outlet, but now that I'm writing, when I pick up a book and know that I have something I need to work on, I feel guilty. Do I feel guilty about not getting that last batch of clothes washed? Ha! I laugh at the towels.

I hope other people understand my feelings on this subject. Books are my passion. I remember reading about a Romantic writer whose house caught on fire. He stood in front of his bookcases and shouted 'By the Immortal Gods, I shall not move!'. It sounds crazy, but I do understand his passion. When I have to evacuate for a hurricane all I can think is "grab the cat, the dog, laptop, and as many books as you can". Messed up, eh? Well, that's what makes me an interesting character, I think. Or really weird. Whichever one works ;)

So that's it. It's Monday, I feel guilty for not getting as much done as I wanted to this weekend although I did catch up on a lot today. Now I need to sit down with my finished MS and figure out why my MCs don't see each other as much as I thought they did!