1. I'm not sure graphic novels are for me. Skimmed Frank Miller's Sin City: The Hard Goodbye. Even keeping in mind it was sort of a comic book and very noire, I thought it was a male fantasy sketched in black and white, and not so interesting. I'm going to try a graphic novel by Neil Gaiman next. Any suggestions for others to try?
2. My posts are much more coherent when I sit down and outline before typing. Without the outline, I end up just dumping information, then I have to go back and fix it. Never used to outline and didn't see the point of it. Does needing to outline now mean that I've become less linear and clear in my thinking?
3. I found a link (which I have subsequently lost) to a news article about an archaeological dig in Indonesia excavating the ruins of Mt. Tambora, which erupted in 1815 and influenced weather patterns in North America in 1816. What tickles me is that the change in weather patterns and the eruption were mentioned by characters in Jo Beverley's The Rogue's Return.
4. After reading Doug's post that SL Viehl is Paperback Writer, I checked out her blog and she seems very nice. So I felt guilty for writing that I don't care for her books in an earlier post. But then I stopped feeling guilty, because I realized I was unconsciously falling into the whole "nice" thing that comes up in the debate about reader/reviewers and writer/reviewers. You know, where the reviewer doesn't want to say anything unkind about other people, and well, screw that. I wasn't mean or unkind, I didn't personalize my comments, and in the end it is only my opinion about why the books didn't work for me. There wasn't anything in the comment implying that I had been mean or unkind, it was just a knee-jerk reaction on my part after I checked out her blog -- how could I not say nice things about this nice person? What's wrong with me (and with lots of other women) that we feel compelled to behave this way? It's kind of hypocritical, I think, and not productive. Why/how did we come to be socialized this way?