I started blaming this slump on the last book I read, which I wrote about here. The Robert Crais book actually depressed me quite a bit, so to combat that, I picked up an easy comfort read, Back to School Murder by Leslie Meier, the next in her series, which I've already told you about here. These books are like comfort food to me: they have a likable main charter who is far from perfect, they don't take too much thought, and I find Lucy's juggling of motherhood, working to make ends meet, and loving but being annoyed by her husband amusing and realistic.
But it's just not working this time. I'm suffering from insomnia, so you would think that I'd have plenty of time to lie there reading, but I would read a few pages and then put the book down. Then I didn't pick it up again for a day or two choosing to stay up watching t.v. instead of going to bed to lie awake. Now I realize that I haven't read anything for over a week, which is hugely out of character for me. My mission tonight is to get ready for bed early, make myself comfortable with some pillows, and break through this slump by reading. I have to get some sleep; we go back to school on Wednesday, and (wait for the horrible pun) that can be murder.