I have read 52 books this year. That was my goal for the year, and it’s the first time in *years* I’ve managed to read that many. It’s half the minimum number I think I should be reading, but I…well, you couldn’t say I came to terms with it, but I acknowledged that I’m not likely to get back to the 100+ of pre-writing-career years, nevermind the 200+ of my ill-spent youth. Anyway, so I reached goal AND there are still SEVERAL MONTHS left in the year. Woot!
Of course, I have another book and a half to write this year, and it would be nice to write several hundred pages worth of book proposal, too, so I may not get much past 52, but at least I hit goal.
Speaking of which, I really ought to remember that today I need to do the final edits on MOUNTAIN ECHOES, which is out in January or something. One more to go. O.O
thinks to do:
– laundry
– fold laundry
– put laundry away
– make bread
– make pea soup
– make dinner
– dishes
– clean office (bahahah)
– MOUNTAIN ECHOES edits
– conquer templates
– paint kitchen 2nd coat
I feel like I’m forgetting something, but that’s probably enough.
Your To Do list looks fairly substantial. On the plus side, I’ve just waved your mother off to your house to hep with this and that.
Oh, and congrats on reaching the reading goal. : )
It is substantial, and it’s also just what I need to do /today/. :/