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Inadvertently, I did disappear from the face of earth, though some of you might have seen me dropping comments on blogs here and there. That was my way of saying I'm still around, just that time isn't letting me type up something longer than would fit in a typical comment box. I've just been visiting friends and working my b*tt off. Reading, not so much.

I had very noble plans to schedule posts for last week, but I was just too tired of staring at the computer screen all day. I'm increasingly disliking coming home and looking at anything with an LCD screen on it, I guess it's the result of working 11 hours Mon-Thu, in front of the greatest time-wasting productivity invention of modern mankind. All the better, since that would make me use the weekends to write reviews and then bask in the glory of not having to write on weekdays. Moreover, I've been writing more essays lately. I've always been writing and proofing in my head, and now I want to actually put them down somewhere. I'm not sure where this will go yet, but it's fun even as a hobby.

And now time to get back to life as I know it.

Comments

11 hour work days are long!  We'll be here when you get back.
Helen Murdoch said…
11 hour work days...yuck. I totally understand not wanting to look at a computer screen after that. Take the time, be outside, and enjoy!
Athira / Aths said…
Thanks! I already have a post for tomorrow, so hopefully I'm back sooner than expected.
Athira / Aths said…
Yeah, I'm using the time to do something else, anything but the screen. It's a good thing because now I can make sure I read in the evenings rather than get distracted by anything else.
Bibliophilebythesea said…
Eat, sleep and work -- and sometimes, that is all there is unfortunately. Hope things improve Aths.
Vasilly said…
We'll be here when you get back. :-)
Misha said…
I can understand why after working 11 hours, you would hate to look at the computer!  When you're back, we will be here still. So relax! :) 
Good luck with your essays!
Athira / Aths said…
I know. That can be so tiring. When they started summer hours, I was expecting more time to do blog stuff. Instead I'm running around busy four days and then I'm tired 3 days or not home at all.
Juju at Tales of Whimsy... said…
Take your time honey. I totally know the feeling :) We'll be here when you return :)
c b said…
Totally hear ya! I am way behind on my reviews...

christa  @ mental foodie
http://mentalfoodie.blogspot.com/ mental foodie
Athira / Aths said…
Thanks! I hope I will be able to work out a new routine that sticks this time. :)
Athira / Aths said…
Ha! Reviews? What's that! God, I am so behind on them that I decided counting them would give me some psychological problems. LOL!
Giving Reading said…
I know! Don't worry, relax and write when you feel like it :)
Athira / Aths said…
Thanks! I'm working on not making blogging a routine, less pressure that way.
zibilee said…
I think it's tremendously cool that you also write essays, and would love to get a look at those one day. Take your time with the blogging as well. It's meant to be fun, not a chore, so when it starts feeling that way you might need a little break!
Athira / Aths said…
Do you write essays too? I used to write them earlier, but then lack of time hit hard. Now I'm trying to revive that hobby. It felt so good getting back to it.

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