The Last Week

Despite my best intentions, I have turned away from books.
I guess I will have to take a deep breath and leave it at that. May be the new page in the calendar next week will coax me to drastically change my habits, break the mental block against anything that is productive - I find it ridiculous even as I type.

I have been wondering what is this negative streak that's been running in me for a long time. What is the solution to this?
How do I get over this reluctance to read or write? Does this mean I don't really love books, 'enough'?
I had hoped I would end the year on a better note.
:(

2017 - Where am I?

This year has been unbelievably hectic with life and its demands. While it is easy to assume this is one more of the excuses I normally manage to give myself for missing out on reading, things have been happening.
The house got built and the house-warming ceremony got conducted. This required innumerable visits between the two cities, dealing with unreasonable people and shopping and managing and arranging and more.
Finally it's all done and I had promised myself December will be the month of reading and writing.
Life just laughed at me.
I have to fight back and get back on that horse.

I am currently struggling to read Philip K Dick's collection of short stories (science fiction genre), 'We can Remember for You, Wholesale'.
While many of the stories are very arresting, some are mindbogglingly boring. I have to have to finish the book. I am tired of not completing library books. I need to return it before this week.
I am going to get back to the story I stopped long ago (35K words and incomplete). I have to somehow to bring it to completion and then I can throw away that draft and feel good about it.