I don’t know if it bothers Tabitha King very much that I spend long nights with her husband, but I do know recovery the next day is getting more difficult, but I get sucked into it every time. Okay, truth be known I am sure Tabitha knows a lot of women spend nights with her husband – and probably men do too.
Stephen tends to be that way.
Now normally I can handle a few hundred pages within a few hours and scarcely notice my addiction until I am faced with what will probably be a very long night. This was fine in my previous I can sleep as late as I want life, but now I have a cherished responsibility. And Stephen, my dear frankly does not give a damn.
I had a free afternoon so got into 11/22/63, Stephen King’s new killer novel which I cannot put down. I am 287 pages into it, and (no Rosalyn there will be no spoilers here) and there are a total of 849 pages!
It is now 12:30 am and I have been having discussions with myself about regaining my sanity and putting the book aside until tomorrow evening. I have tried berating myself, pulling the mother/child self-scolding approach and thought I had actually succeeded when I shut the light off half an hour ago. But to no avail.
Since these thoughts keep running around my brain, and I blame Tabitha for not being able to control her husband’s attraction for others, I thought I would feel better if I just did this one post. Something to clear my mind, put things in perspective (NO Chris, once again you cannot possibly complete another 562 pages by daylight!)
Between you and me – if there was even the teensiest possibility I would give it a go.
Now I feel better, have my urges in control and will not, will not I repeat pick up this book again until tomorrow – er – today at 5:30 pm. I am an adult. I can do this. I can.
It is now 12:50 am and I am gong to bed. I am.