I keep thinking about updating the ‘About’ section of this blog but I keep getting stuck. I’ll probably end up bunging a list up there, but for the time being I’m stuck because I can’t decide what to share. An earlier version of this blog was called Ruminations, and I think that’s what I’m going right now, ruminating. (Overthinking, hmph.)
Anyway, moving right along: I was looking at the #blogjune hashtag on Twitter to see what folks are blogging about. People are writing about interesting topics, and every year when I participate I notice one or two new people (new to me, anyway). This is a nice way to get to know others.
There’s a post entitled Books as a mental health measure on a blog called the madness of hamsters . I was interested to see that for this blogger: “When I’m not the best, fiction requires too much effort. Too much social thinking. Thinking and empathy. And, I don’t have the mental health spoons for that.”
I’m the complete opposite. Generally speaking, if I’m exhausted, or if work is very busy, I find I have no energy to read non-fiction. I can’t cope with trying to think about the facts or new concepts or whatever it is. With fiction on the other hand, I seem to be able to just soak it in and enjoy the story. If I’m really worn out I’ll even re-read some novel I’ve read before. The predictability of something where you know how it ends is comforting, or something.
I was looking at Penny’s blog and she’s answered one of Kathryn’s questions today, recommending things to read on a weekend. Andrew answered this same question yesterday.
And I enjoyed Cath’s post – I think she’s shared the text of a speech she gave today talking about her art collaboration with a friend.