When I started writing this post, I realized that I didn't have anything to talk about. I don't mean in the bookish sense, but in the usual personal sense that my Sunday Salon posts are always about. I thought long and hard about how this week has been (yawn!), about anything dramatic that happened (something better than the two terribly rainy days we had on the East Coast), or any new stuff that I bought (at least the last couple of posts had something to that effect). Heck, I don't even have any dog or cat pictures to share, so I thought maybe I should steal some cute pictures off the net and talk about some made-up cat or dog antics. But, nah, that didn't sound exciting to me!
What a scary thought! To run out of words. At least when you speak, you run out of things to speak about eventually. It rarely happens when you write, because if you really look at it, the start of your post could be in Mars and the end in Pluto. Well, that different! I've never run out of things to write about to date, so it's a little jarring to be in that soup! So I'll just ramble and see where this post ends - this can be interesting!
After four weeks of the Game-On! Diet game, I did meet the goals I set out with but now my new interest is to actually cook something exciting, something new and challenging. I'd been watching MasterChef and Hell's Kitchen for a while now and looking at all the magic those contestants do with their dishes, it's kind of hard not to be bitten by the bug. Besides, I stay alone, and I don't have to worry about how my dish turns out. I don't know how long this interest will last. I keep pursuing new hobbies all the time (dancing, aerobics, learning new languages, knitting, interior deco, etc), each lasting for a teensy while. Blogging is the only one which really stuck, and I'm surprised at myself for having lasted this long. Of course, I really wanted to, when I started out, but during that first month, I wondered every day if this will stick. I wasn't worried that I may lose interest, on the contrary, I was worried that my already busy schedule will intervene. After 9 months, I'm so glad to have lasted it out, and at the moment, I know this will continue for a long long time.
We're one more month closer to the end of the year, and I don't know if that makes me happy or sad. I am glad that the summer is over (What a horrible heat wave!) but winter isn't the most cheerful of times. At least it's the best time to curl up anywhere with a book. I'm not so much into outdoor reading, so the term summer reading doesn't mean anything different to me. I've been on a reading kick over the past week, and I cannot express fully how glad that makes me - like meeting a long lost friend or seeing your family after ages! I have to accept that reading slumps have their merits because when you finally get out of it, you appreciate the written word even more. I have plenty of reading planned for this month and a really exciting new feature that Ash and I plan to start in November (sssh! That's all I'm telling you now!) So with one and the other, I'm looking forward to October!
Happy Reading and Happy Blogging! (Meanwhile, let me swallow up my own statements about running out of things to write about.)