Arthur Ransome wrote after WWI and during WWII, a series of books about children going sailing in (primarily) the Lake District. Great fun adventures, lots of “outdoorsy” bits.

I think losing track of time while reading is a rather wonderful thing. (I never forget to eat, though…) Try setting an alarm?

I’m definitely with you about letting things percolate. I find that rushing forwards before I’m ready just means I get a false start and have to go back and rethink!

Regarding that sudden buzz of energy that gets us going, I think if we capture that moment and manage to call upon that feeling each time we begin or continue a task, we can increase the chance of ending up with results we like.
.-= Julius´s last blog ..Can Blind People See? =-.

Blimey, I have never even heard of the authors you mentioned, but I will take it in my stride.

I have a lot to learn from people like yourself, and I have a long way to go, to be sure. Oh, no.

My problem is that I tend to lose track of time whenever I am reading a good book. How sad.

I just finished reading, “Sparkling Cyanide” by Agatha Christie. I feel “high” every time I read books for pleasure. This one had me feeling hypnotized and I forgot about everything else.

“Dinner is served. Come and get it.” Needless to say, I forgot to eat dinner. I was so self-absorbed.

Last few days, my friends also have abandoned me, thinking I have turned into a hermit and live under a rock or in a cave. They have stopped calling me. And no party invitations for me. I don’t miss it.

That’s why sometimes I feel I must stay away from reading books for pleasure. Otherwise, that reading becomes a bad habit’ which can interfere with other aspects of life. Anyway, happy hollies to you.

The problem with reading is that there’s always another fascinating reference to follow up…!