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I really need to get into a routine on here of posting more than once a month.
Not that I have anything to *say* or anything. That would mean I had a life.
I'm actually planning on writing today. I still have less than six pages on Dreams of the Dead, which is pretty sad, since I started it in September. Hoping for it to grow at least a little bit by the end of the holidays. I'm actually quite liking it though--it might end up being one possibility for my Alpha submission.
Since I haven't been writing as much as I'd like to, reading has been taking up most of my time (time apart from that already claimed for finals, that is). Finished _The Sledding Hill_ by Chris Crutcher this morning, which was...interesting. Weird. But good. Books where the author makes himself a character just make me laugh. But I really liked the POV it was in--told by a dead person, with a pretty cool twist-ish thing at the end.
Also reading Tammy's _Terrier_ and _Green Mile_ by Stephen King. Both brilliant, of course.
Incredibly behind on Christmas stuff, so I should probably go back to wrapping presents...beneath the tree is way too bare. Much love, more later.
Not that I have anything to *say* or anything. That would mean I had a life.
I'm actually planning on writing today. I still have less than six pages on Dreams of the Dead, which is pretty sad, since I started it in September. Hoping for it to grow at least a little bit by the end of the holidays. I'm actually quite liking it though--it might end up being one possibility for my Alpha submission.
Since I haven't been writing as much as I'd like to, reading has been taking up most of my time (time apart from that already claimed for finals, that is). Finished _The Sledding Hill_ by Chris Crutcher this morning, which was...interesting. Weird. But good. Books where the author makes himself a character just make me laugh. But I really liked the POV it was in--told by a dead person, with a pretty cool twist-ish thing at the end.
Also reading Tammy's _Terrier_ and _Green Mile_ by Stephen King. Both brilliant, of course.
Incredibly behind on Christmas stuff, so I should probably go back to wrapping presents...beneath the tree is way too bare. Much love, more later.