Distractions

It is now month 2 of the Proustian Marathon, and, in the parlance of our times, Proust is kicking my ass. I'm just a little more than 100 pages in, and my inner monologue while I'm reading is like this:

Nothing is happening...nothing is happening...something about cookies...mmmm cookies...nothing is happening...blah blah Mamma blah blah...nothing is happening....

This kind of mindset makes it very easy for me to be distracted by other things. But the truth is, I must finish Swann's Way by the end of this month. Just try to stop me. It cannot be done.