Top Ten Tuesday is an original weekly meme created by The Broke and the Bookish. I thought this would be a fun way to share a condensed version of potential rambles and thoughts that I have.
This Week’s Theme:
Book Blogger Habits That Are
Embraced Despite Reasons
These are some habits of mine that reflect my reading and blogging experience but aren’t necessarily toxic enough to have them actively remedied. It is, in actuality, a bunch of nonsense that you may or may not relate to.
Plus, quitting is a strong word. All I want right now is a poutine. Onward to nonsensical rants, yeah?
The False Hope of Book Before Film
Why do I continue telling myself that I will read the book before the film and it never happens? Ever. I mean I’m totally fine with watching the film before reading the book but I still continue this charade of willful reading LOL.
The Immateriality of Blogging Ideas
You know the feels when you strike a wonderful idea but you sit on it forever—so long that it doesn’t actually get written? Then more ideas spawn and past ideas just don’t sound as cool as these new ones. So irrespective of you wanting to complete those old topics, there’s just so much other blogging business you attend to first that “later” really becomes “almost never”. HELLO, WELCOME TO MY BLOGGING LIFE. HOW ARE YOU?
When Discounts Are the Bane of Your Existence
Yeah, it’s pretty self-explanatory. I don’t need it…but there’s nothing wrong with getting it because it’s so cheap it doesn’t even put a dent in my wallet ha..haha…hahahaha – SAID THE BILL BEFORE IT ARRIVES AND INCLUDES AN AGGREGATE OF ALL EXPENDITURES.
The Itch of Eavesdropping
Now it’s not that I can’t read on commute (I can) it’s that sometimes I find myself continuing to read while someone’s conversation butts into the narrative. So here we have a story—perhaps with action and death or some shit—and around me is someone’s conversation weaving in one ear and mingling with the dialogue in what I’m reading. Then I find myself focusing on both the book and their story LOL and the worst part is I continue flipping pages. I’m a mess.
Book Induced Coma
Let me first tell you that I love sleep, naps, comas, and everything that comes with the rejuvenative power of rest. But many times when I’m primed to kick back and read, it’s when the day is donezo’d and I’m a few paragraphs off of peacing out. What does this amount to? I get no real reading done during a time when I actually do want to read. It’s a win and a loss, I guess, but what I am sure of is reading all night is a myth for me.
It’s not about keeping tabs on your numbers as it relates to someone else’s…it’s that you can harness the information and learn from the content you’re pushing out. And so I do check that stats page daily. Understand that I’m not saying you should curate content for somebody based but rather taking the information it provides (i.e. search engine hits) and incorporating that to the blogging you do every day.
Leaving Comments But Not Replying
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed (but if you haven’t just pretend you didn’t read this :D!) but the past few weeks has seen lower productivity [for me] when commenting. A lot of this, I think, is attributed to following 600+ blogs and it’s like…you want to give love to everyone but it’s difficult when there are 1873217 new posts every day.
In terms of replying back to comments…well, shit, I’m been really terrible at this lately. My logic is usually to reply the following day. But when that doesn’t happen, it adds up. (I’m backlogged with replying back to comments you’ve all kindly left a month+ ago…maaaaaaaaan.)
Reading Without Reason
Perhaps the subheading is incorrectly worded but what I’m getting at is knowing you have a book started but not actively wanting to read it because of other [equally important] entertainment distractions. It’s like deep down I know I should just finish those last 100 pages but like…television/gaming/tomfoolery tho?! There is no such thing as balance.
Willy Nilly Care For Books
This applies for traveling with books than storage. What I mean by my carelessness is that I typically place the book wherever in my bag and it basically self-destructs as it moves around all my other shit. The saving grace is that most of what I read is hardback but that doesn’t mean it’s indestructible to wear-and-tear.
The Book Whose Nickname Is Textbook
I [probably] have the attention span of a goldfish.
More importantly: I love instant gratification. (I hope that doesn’t make me shallow?) But see here: I’ve wanted to read behemoth titles for months (I’ve started Sanderson’s Way Of Kings…but it’s fucking 2k pages to catch up). Then some other 250 page title strolls along and it’s like “oh, look at me—I’m tiny and enticing and might be enjoyable!” and boom, I put temporary hold on longer reads.
BAM. HABITS REAL TALK.
Shameless plug for the last week of my birthday giveaway of $25 CAD at The Book Depository. Full details here.