Serendipity

Nov 28, 2008 19:02

Here I am, getting back into writing fiction because the freelance sites have dried up when a buyer I thought had disappeared suddenly reappears out of nowhere and funds the project. So I'm back working on his project (which may or may not slow my fiction work, I'm not sure yet).

Meanwhile I still have my one short going - it's not finished yet by any means but I have a good idea of what I'm doing with it, and some thoughts about a next story. I'm going to need to do a lot of typing to get six done by the end of the year. (It may actually be four or five because I was thinking one a week and there was only the one week left in November).

Crittering is proving interesting, though I'm not sure how good my crits will turn out. I figure on getting a few done first before throwing my own stuff into the queue.

My biggest foe right now is my to-be-read queue, which must have something like 30 or 40 members in it - not counting the boosk I've started but not yet managed to finish. Yes I'm one of those people who doesn't finish every book I start. One thing I've noticed is that I've gotten particularly bad about finishing paperback fantasy (not SF but fantasy) novels by new (to me) authors. I think part of it is the format. I wear progressive lenses and prefer to read in bed; unfortunately I've been finding it more and more difficult to find a position where I can lie comfortably and see the page through the right area of my glasses. The need to make sure I have light on the page just adds to the difficulty.

Luckily I do a fair amount of reading on my Palm T|X and that helps.

While there are days I would KILL for an e-ink device (I want a Sony Reader PRS505 so bad I can taste it) there are definitely times when I'm very thankful for the T|X and its backlight. When I'm reading on it I never have to worry about whether I have enough light on the page.

What's odd is I don't need large type - small type's fine so long as I'm at the right angle. Large type at the wrong angle is just large and fuzzy; not any easier to read.

Oh well, I'm 45 and my eyes are what they are.

At least I can read and that's all that matters.
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