My silence over the last several days is not a bad one. It means I've been making sustained strides in writing Charisma — no, not for NaNoWriMo, although at the rate I'm going it does sometimes feel like that. But it's absorbed so much of my time, energy, attention, and spoons that blogging has necessarily taken a back seat, a back burner, and a back bench all at the same time.
I really don't like going dark here for extended periods of time, because I feel like some of the best and most insightful work I do that isn't in my actual books is done here. When I run dry of things to post about, it leaves me feeling, well, parched in general.
Sometimes it's not for lack of things to talk about, but angles with which to examine them. On the little to-read shelf directly to the right of my monitor are no less than six books I have been reading in shifts, all of which in theory I could find something constructive to say about, but that will have to wait until I have a few spare brain cells to bang together. Probably by the first week of December, but I hope sooner.