Senseless Sarcasm : Reading materials for life.
My eyes are crossed, I’m dizzy, and I can’t stop editing!
The bed awaits…but I want to do one last sentence, one last paragraph…
Finally, I’ve finished another book. Inside my brain I’m standing in a mental box. The trap door opens, I’m falling, falling. I yell out, “Noooo…just…one…more…book!”
At least that’s what it feels like.
Here’s the truth: I have prism’s in both the left and right lenses of my glasses. One eye sees higher than the other. One eye sees more to the side. I will always be cross-eyed. You can’t get a cheap pair of glasses when you need prisms.
I don’t know what the trap door means, just that I feel let down when I finish a book.
Do you know any writers who can’t remember what they wrote? I didn’t know how my last book ended until I read the final chapter.
My sister is correct: I could have a small shelf of books and have reading materials for life.