I’ve been extra tired lately and devoid of witticisms or even humorous insights into parenting. All these viral mom blog postings on Facebook make me feel self conscious and raise the pressure level for me somehow… As if I’m James Patterson publishing my 500th novel. But I think I need to take heart that sub standard Twilight fan fiction made the best seller list with an accompanying movie. Oddly, that does help relieve the pressure some.
On a separate, but perhaps loosely related note, I have been reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I’ve read some of his works, for children and adults alike, and this is my least favorite by far. I don’t know why. It’s a little slow and not as creepy as his other books that I’ve read. I’m only halfway through. I’ll let you know how I feel at the end. Maybe I’ll change my tune.