Not only do I read, I also write. I write because if I don’t do something to get all these ideas out of my head then I will explode and nobody wants to clean that up. There are so many ideas rolling around my head that it’s hard to get one complete idea done before another takes over. I have a lot of half-finished projects that mock me with their incompleteness. I have notebooks and pens all over my apartment from the bathroom to the kitchen just in case an idea strikes and I need to write it down. If I don’t write it down, then there is a chance I will forget it. I’ve forgotten more stories than I have useless college math.
But, writing is like herding cats. Or kindergarteners. Just something unruly and temperamental. I have major plot points written down and I know that all I have to do is get the characters to that point so that such and such event can happen. Does anybody cooperate? No! My characters are running all over the place and nobody is doing what they’re supposed to do. I think I have everyone going in the right direction only to turn around and find a couple characters off making mischief that is not part of the story. I’m almost ready to introduce the second bit of conflict in the story I’m writing now but the main character wants to run away from the feast and is it really too much to ask that she just sit her ass down so I can get this one revealing conversation done and then she can run off to have her hissy-fit? I don’t think so!
Then I thought up this new idea over the weekend and plot from that story has been crowding the plot of my current story and I think I’m developing a split personality. That’s the only explanation. There are two people in this body and they both hate each other and wont’ shut up. I think writing is a symptom of insanity. Or insanity is a symptom of writing. Whatever. I’m going to make myself some tea and maybe get another bagel. Hopefully I won’t be attacked by a wild, rabid plot bunny looking to eat my brain. Dangerous things, those plot bunnies.
I’m attempting to read Mordred, Bastard Son by Douglas Clegg because my Arthurian legend obsession is still going strong but I’m having a hard time getting into it. I’m about 30 pages in and I’m already annoyed with the dialogue and writing style. I can understand when an author wants to immerse the reader into an era, like the dark ages, but then there is using dialogue that is really just irritating. It’s rather like reading a Shakespearian play and I just want to shake people until they stop talking like that. Then the writing is really choppy, with breaks all over the place, and it really ruins the flow. I’m just not able to sink into it. I’ll keep up with it for a little bit more but I might have to abandon it if it doesn’t catch me soon.
I just cracked open Wisdom’s Kiss by Catherin Gilbert Murdock. I’m literally like 5 pages in. It’s letters and bits of journals and such and you all know how I feel about books written in letter form. I can already feel my eye twitching. I’m apparently not doing too well with my first choices of books after my mini-hiatus. I was hoping to have a review ready for the beginning of next week but I’m beating my head against a wall here. Ugh. My kingdom for a good book?
I’ve got my Christmas cards all ready for the card exchange. They are supposed to go out by today and I still need to run by the post office and get stamps. Of course, I miswrote one of the addresses and now one of my nice pretty vanilla envelops has a splash of white-out across the front. Ugh! I just can’t win sometimes!
I meant to finish Witches of East End by Melissa de la Cruz over the weekend but didn’t get the chance. (Also, the Witches of Eastwick movie called and it wants its title back.) I should hopefully be able to finish it and get the review up by the end of the week. If not, it will have to be next week’s review and I hate missing my goal of one book a week. Real life and the internet just need to go away for an evening so I can read!
Because Christmas falls on Sunday this year, I have to work all week. We usually have two three day weeks at the end of the year but now we only have the last week shortened. I cannot express how much this sucks. Oddly, all the Christmas activates are happening this week. The ornament decoration contest, which in my utter wisdom I forgot to do, was today. All of them were very cute and for once, Sara didn’t win. It’s a Christmas miracle! (Okay, that was mean. But Sara always wins the creative contests and it’s nice for someone else to win for once.)
You have one more day to do signups for the Gift Card Giveaway Hop. There are 119 blogs participating in the hop, last I checked, and all of them are offering a gift card of some type. That is a lot of chances for some plastic money. The hop ends today, so you better hurry.
Okay, I think I replied to everyone who was good enough to leave a comment for my Virtual Advent Blog Tour post. I got a fair bit of traffic out of that event. I do hope they all come back to read my regular posts. (hint hint nudge nudge) I meant to create a post yesterday but I had the day off, felt lazy, and spent the day going through I Am A Reader, Not A Writer’s Holiday Giveaway Blog Hop. There are over 200 blogs on this giveaway hop! It ends today, so you still have a little bit of time to enter some great giveaways. Even if you miss that blog hop, there are like a billion going on right now. So, you’ll get another chance soon.
I did win National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Meaning, I wrote 50,000 words in the month of November. My thumb still hurts. So, I want you all to know that I am in pain when I type up this post and my next book review. But I’m willing to suffer to entertain you all. Here’s my snazzy winner’s badge!
Up next, I’ll be reviewing Tuesdays at the Castle by Jessica Day George. I’ll either have that up later today or save it for tomorrow. Tonight I’ll be taking a trip to the library, so my next book review will be up to the literary Gods.
This week I’ve got a review of We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. A supposedly spooky story I read for the Wonderfully Wicked Read-a-thon in October.
Next week you’ll see a review of The Princess Curse by Merrie Haskell. I’m very impressed with this book and look forward to more from Haskell.
After that I’ll be reading the third book in Pamela F. Service’s New Magic series, Yesterday’s Magic. In the far distance we’ll be seeing Tuesdays at the Castle by Jessica Day George, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs, and then I’m thinking Witchlanders by Lena Coakley.
That takes us through to the week of Christmas!
(Please note that I just had the suckiest weekend ever and it’s not over with yet. My cat, Boots, is in ill health and juggling work, NaNoWriMo, and my poor fur baby is hard. I have a few reviews lined up but if I miss a few days or a week, don’t be alarmed and please be patient. Life is not being very nice at the moment.)
It’s the first day of the Wonderfully Wicked Read-A-Thon hosted by the wonderfully wicked April at My Self Confessions and Rebecca at Kindle Fever. The information post is up on both of their sites, along with the list of challenge hosts. Rebecca already has her challenge up and people have been responding with their creepy book or movie ideas for the past two hours or so.
I have to work today (like most adults) and I’m doing the phones. Which means an endless amount of ringing and no chance at concentrating enough to read or write. Kill me. The amount of people who can’t seem to answer simple questions when they call a company is mind boggling. But enough about my work woes.
I managed about 37 pages from Tomorrow’s Magic by Pamela F. Service at lunch. I was going to read House of Leave by Mark Z. Danielewski but I forgot the stupid book in my rush to leave for work on time. It’s sitting on my dining table. It probably has a cat sitting on it by now. Luckily, I had a book already at work that I can read until I can get home. Hopefully, I can even stop off at the library and pick up my reserve books. Then we’ll really be cooking with fire.
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I don’t have a lot of extra time on my hands right now because I’m moving next week. Please be patient with me while I’m surrounded with packing boxes and a general mess. I’m still reading The Witch’s Daughter by Paula Brackston and I also picked up The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brain Selznick . The Book Smugglers reviewed it a few days ago and I wanted to see what it was all about. It’s about 30 pages of short text and the rest of the book is badly drawn sketches and grainy photos. The only great thing about The Invention of Hugo Cabret is the original concept of combining two different medias, words and pictures, to tell a story but it’s badly done. Good idea, bad execution. It’s a huge book, so that is a lot of bad to be faced with.
I’m taking the whole of next week off to move and get settled in my new apartment. Hopefully this extra time will afford me a few evenings curled up with a book and a cup of something a bit stronger than tea. Where and when did I acquire so much crap? Ugh!