My Semi-Detatched Readathon
I was all ready for the 24 hour Readathon last Saturday.
Books:
The Teammates - David Halberstam
Less - Sean Andrew Greer
Bust Hell Wide Open - Samuel W. Mitcham, Jr.
The Crime of the Century - Hal Higdon
Snacks:
Big soft pretzel with cheese
Toffee bar with pecans
Coffee
Nachos
Coca-Cola with lime, extra ice
But...yeah. I couldn't get away for any meaningful length of time. Clearly, my Saturdays are not my own anymore.
What a showing. A few minutes here and there. A few pages, a couple of quick tweets. Maybe a total of fifty pages. Some of the snacks didn't get into my belly until it was all over.
Damn it, I want my Readathons back! I used to read 3-4 books per Readathon, and posted my progress for nearly every hour. My snacks were a thing of joy and beauty forever.
24 hours of reading is such a small thing to want. A tiny indulgence. For the uninitiated, it's a ludicrous thing; I understand that. I love it and I miss it. On some level, I even need it. At this point, I would even settle for a half-marathon.
I tried to be brave on Twitter and put a good face on it, but I feel thwarted.
Thwarted. Think about the sound of that word. It's an arrow released from the bow that misses the mark and lands somewhere in Hell's half-acre.
I'll go now and try to gather my hopes for October.
Books:
The Teammates - David Halberstam
Less - Sean Andrew Greer
Bust Hell Wide Open - Samuel W. Mitcham, Jr.
The Crime of the Century - Hal Higdon
Snacks:
Big soft pretzel with cheese
Toffee bar with pecans
Coffee
Nachos
Coca-Cola with lime, extra ice
But...yeah. I couldn't get away for any meaningful length of time. Clearly, my Saturdays are not my own anymore.
What a showing. A few minutes here and there. A few pages, a couple of quick tweets. Maybe a total of fifty pages. Some of the snacks didn't get into my belly until it was all over.
Damn it, I want my Readathons back! I used to read 3-4 books per Readathon, and posted my progress for nearly every hour. My snacks were a thing of joy and beauty forever.
24 hours of reading is such a small thing to want. A tiny indulgence. For the uninitiated, it's a ludicrous thing; I understand that. I love it and I miss it. On some level, I even need it. At this point, I would even settle for a half-marathon.
I tried to be brave on Twitter and put a good face on it, but I feel thwarted.
Thwarted. Think about the sound of that word. It's an arrow released from the bow that misses the mark and lands somewhere in Hell's half-acre.
I'll go now and try to gather my hopes for October.
1 comment:
Bybee—what a bummer, especially when you were all primed and ready to read. My sympathy and wishes for better Readathons ahead —
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