Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Write, damnit.

Well. Here I am in Texas. It isn't where I thought I'd be, but we never where we thought we'd be. In any meaning of the word "where."

I need to start writing--I don't have excuses. I have a laptop, and it's propped open on the kitchen table waiting for me to type on it. I want to say that the whole world shifting and the fact that I'm still getting my grips on moving is a good excuse, but it isn't.

Maybe writing today.

I finished The Purple Emperor (Herbie Brennan, Book 2 of Faerie Wars) and even Playing for Pizza by John Grisham.

I'm appreciating the Faerie Wars books for it's intricate plot details. There are seven or eight things always going on at the same time, and interwoven almost flawlessly.

Reading Stacey Jay's You are So Undead to Me. She debuted this first book this year, and I'm excited to read it.

More later

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