Two more books bought.
Hastings is constantly getting a new influx of used books. I just can't help myself... But it's time to try, so I can get some of these new books read.
Bought:
I loved Smith's Saving Grace. And from what I've read of this novel so far...I think I recognize some family members.
And
What I've read so far is really entertaining. They had the third novel in this series, used. But not the second. So I refrained. In case I'm close to pulling out hair or pages by the end of the first book. (I don't think I will be, but...)
I'm finding much more interesting fiction lately in the novels that are geared toward teens. Which seem to have absolutely exploded over the last couple of years.
Unfortunately, I've seen quite a few that look like they're following in the footsteps of Twilight (vampire romance specific with or without a sparkling male lead) Of course, publishers would say, that's what's moving.
It's like a tween/teen version of the hype that followed (and is still following) Laurell K. Hamilton's scene burst.
Honestly, my mind spends quite a bit of time contemplating whether I would even want to attempt getting anything larger than a short story published (er, which I still need to do), with the way these fiction trends seem to start and stay...
I don't really want to be a part of a trend. (And I sure as fuck--I'm taking a rather narcissistic side for argumentation--wouldn't want to start one.)
But, I digress.
The thing to do is, in all respects, to write what I want to write. What gives me pleasure. What entertains me. And when the works are "finished," (what is ever finished?) then I can see to the "business end."
And Wicked Lovely did jolt my brain in a few areas regarding current short stories (and one novel) in progress.
You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your while life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. - Rilke
Bought:
I loved Smith's Saving Grace. And from what I've read of this novel so far...I think I recognize some family members.
And
What I've read so far is really entertaining. They had the third novel in this series, used. But not the second. So I refrained. In case I'm close to pulling out hair or pages by the end of the first book. (I don't think I will be, but...)
I'm finding much more interesting fiction lately in the novels that are geared toward teens. Which seem to have absolutely exploded over the last couple of years.
Unfortunately, I've seen quite a few that look like they're following in the footsteps of Twilight (vampire romance specific with or without a sparkling male lead) Of course, publishers would say, that's what's moving.
It's like a tween/teen version of the hype that followed (and is still following) Laurell K. Hamilton's scene burst.
Honestly, my mind spends quite a bit of time contemplating whether I would even want to attempt getting anything larger than a short story published (er, which I still need to do), with the way these fiction trends seem to start and stay...
I don't really want to be a part of a trend. (And I sure as fuck--I'm taking a rather narcissistic side for argumentation--wouldn't want to start one.)
But, I digress.
The thing to do is, in all respects, to write what I want to write. What gives me pleasure. What entertains me. And when the works are "finished," (what is ever finished?) then I can see to the "business end."
And Wicked Lovely did jolt my brain in a few areas regarding current short stories (and one novel) in progress.
You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your while life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. - Rilke