Odd

Several times in the past few days I've found myself really really looking forward to sitting back down with the book that I'm reading when I find time and getting back into it. Because it's really good and I'm enjoying it. It's got cool characters having adventures in mysterious amazing places and discovering remarkable things.

So far so good, right?  So, what am I reading? Well, I'm not actually reading a book right now. I've got a few things I'm glancing at in the last few exhausted moments of the day before I go to sleep, but I'm not reading a book.  I'm wondering if the book I'm so looking forward to reading is actually the one I am TRYING to find time to start writing.