I Have Stories To Tell! Episode the 10th

Boy howdy, girl howdy and howdy to all of those who choose to be both, and welcome to the skewered literary world of G.B. Miller, where talk is cheap and you can't touch my three lock box or surrender to the inevitable.

Yah, I know, that was bad, but hey, sometimes you can swing for the fences and all you get is a dribbler.

Today's post will be a bit fluffy as I have a special post coming up on February 6th. When I decided to come back to Blogger, one of the first things that I wanted to do was to start participating again in a certain monthly blog hop sponsored by the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog. So I accomplished that by signing my blog up to be exposed to dozens of other blogging peeps.

So while that particular post is going to be very much writing related, this one will be fluffy and light (see the photo on the right for a shining example of that fluffiness).

I used to be a major macadamia nut when it came to reading. I would often check two to three books out of the library at a clip and finish them within two weeks. Last year I decided perform a novel experiment, in which I would keep a detailed list on the amount of books that I was reading for the year.

So for the 1Q of 2018, I did really good, as I checked out 30 books and read 25. For the most part they were evenly split between fiction and non-fiction. I had started three different mystery series: one set in the late 15th century, one set in the mid 1980's and one set in the post WW1 era of England.

The 2Q wasn't as productive, as I'd started working on getting the 1st book of my trilogy out to the general masses. I finished that quarter with 14 books checked out and 12 read.

Then came the harbinger of ill-winds: my birthday.

My family had been bugging me for years to get a smart phone, so for my b'day, I decided to get a smart phone and use the one remaining vacant line that I had on my account. I originally got the smartphone in order to listen to baseball games, since we switched cable providers and my channel of choice was no longer available.

Then I discovered podcasts.

Suffice to say and in no short order, my reading dropped precipitously. Long story short (the longer version will be for a future post), reading for the 3Q dropped to 4 books checked out with 3 read as I found myself deeply immersed into the world of podcasts.

And as you've been probably able to deduce, no books were checked out or read for the 4Q.

So there you have it. Instead of my usual quota of roughly 110+ books read for a given year, I read a very pitiful 47 books for 2018. Sad, sad, sad.

Remember to stop by on February 6th for my very first IWSG blog hop post, and as always, you can follow me on FB as well as checking out my writings by clicking on the book covers.

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