tomorrow, we write

Today is going to be full of Doing Work That Isn’t Writing. I have a dream that someday I will no longer be behind the 8 ball. (This would no doubt be made easier if I would stop taking on new projects. I spent a good hour on Saturday looking at my shelf of books I’ve written and trying to figure out where “taking a break” fit into the next few years of finishing those series. I did not come up with an answer. On the other hand, nor did…

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miscellania

I just went and looked at the TBR list I posted in May. On May 9th, in fact. I had 35 books on that list. I took 3 off because I decided I wasn’t likely to read them, and I’m down to 13 now, though I also bought at least…seven books while traveling to and from San Diego, because I only brought 4 with me on the plane and I read them all before I left Newark (I read 6 books that day) so I needed more. I’ve read almost…

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*happy sigh*

I have finally, after what, nearly two years? read Guy Gavriel Kay’s YSABEL. It’s not my favorite of his books, nor my least favorite, but it was a GGK work, and I am happy. It heartily makes me want to re-read the Fionavar Tapestry, which is inconvenient because I don’t have them here, and it reminds me I should someday re-read A SONG FOR ARBONNE, which I didn’t especially like. It’d be interesting to see if I just wasn’t paying enough attention. Hrm. That wasn’t especially fascinating, but it seems…

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reading v. writing: fight!

I had sort of sullenly decided I wasn’t going to write today, and that I was going to read a book instead. So I went and looked at the (close to 100) books on the TBR shelf. And then went and wrote 1500 words on my own damned book, because I couldn’t commit to somebody else’s. It’s not you, baby, it’s me. I love you, but this relationship just isn’t going to work. I wanted to be with you, but I can see now that it’s a mistake. I’m sorry,…

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twofer

I do not read urban fantasy by choice these days. I’ve written two UF series, and consequently, reading it is way too much like work. I read it when somebody sends me a book and asks me to blurb it, and that’s pretty much it. I generally enjoy them, but there’s almost always a real hump I have to get over in the first few/several chapters where my brain is going not how I would’ve done it, awkward sentence structure, natternatterpickpickpick. It is, therefore, a surprise when I pick up…

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