If 2015 taught me anything, it’s that I don’t blog when I’m stressed. It’s like my brain just has no extra energy to spend on reflection, or making connections, or general frivolity. Instead it goes into autopilot, only focusing on the next immediate thing that needs to get done, until it crashes and I end up sprawled on the couch, binge-watching Veronica Mars for the 17th time (I may exaggerate, but you get the idea.)
I went through some tough periods last year, and I even stopped reading for a while. Luckily I managed to get back into the reading groove, but the enjoyment I used to get from blogging about books and being part of the book-blogging community just went away. To be honest, it’s still gone, and I’m not sure that it is coming back. I just don’t feel the need for it anymore, and let’s face it–I was only ever doing it for myself, anyway.
I still enjoy writing, and I will always love reading, but I think the blogging part of that is pretty much over. Thanks to those of you who stopped by over the years and kept me company here, for sharing bits of yourselves and your own love for the world of books. I wish you all the best in your own future projects, whatever they may be, and I wish you happy reading.