Reading, Writing, Not Watching, Publishing
Not Watching
Holy Moly! The new series of Orange is the New Black is on Netflix and I haven't watched a single episode!
I have yet to catch up on the big battle in A Game of Thrones!
I'm behind on The Americans. Two installments recorded and left lonely on my TVR.
And there's more. So much mooooore! And... and the World Cup starts in two days! God help me. God help us all and our eyes that grow more square by the day.
Reading
Here I'm doing better. I've read the novels and the novellas for the Hugos. I'm pretty disappointed with the novellas, to be honest. I yawned and yawned until a small bird built a home for itself in my mouth. At least the Stross made me laugh a bit. There's a guy who knows how to take something to its most appalling limits.
I also read Steven Pressfield's The War of Art. If you've ever wanted to write or paint or artify yourself in any other way, but found yourself instead spending all your time right here online, then this is for you. Oh, it's all a bit high-falutin' for my taste, with references to muses and angels and so on. But it definitely helps.
I'm also enjoying Nick Harkaway's Tigerman on audiobook. So far, although I'm getting through it at a crawl, it's a joyful crawl. I love that guy.
Writing
Just as things in my writing career seem to be going increasingly pear-shaped, I find I'm being more creative than at any other point in my life. Terry Pratchett-sized* particles of inspiration seem to be smashing into me at all hours of the day and night. On holiday last weekend, I nearly died several times to nork attack when ideas distracted me from my very necessary self-defense.
But before I can act on any of this, I need to finish the book I'm working on right now. My current, untitled Work in Progress is up to nearly 75K in first draft. That's pretty darn good progress, to be honest, but I want it off the deck fast, so I can move on.
Publishing
Yes, yes. Two more days until The Volunteer is available for purchase by the sweaty masses. Curse their meaty little fists!
*It's, you know, a reference. Can't remember which of his books, though...
Holy Moly! The new series of Orange is the New Black is on Netflix and I haven't watched a single episode!
I have yet to catch up on the big battle in A Game of Thrones!
I'm behind on The Americans. Two installments recorded and left lonely on my TVR.
And there's more. So much mooooore! And... and the World Cup starts in two days! God help me. God help us all and our eyes that grow more square by the day.
Reading
Here I'm doing better. I've read the novels and the novellas for the Hugos. I'm pretty disappointed with the novellas, to be honest. I yawned and yawned until a small bird built a home for itself in my mouth. At least the Stross made me laugh a bit. There's a guy who knows how to take something to its most appalling limits.
I also read Steven Pressfield's The War of Art. If you've ever wanted to write or paint or artify yourself in any other way, but found yourself instead spending all your time right here online, then this is for you. Oh, it's all a bit high-falutin' for my taste, with references to muses and angels and so on. But it definitely helps.
I'm also enjoying Nick Harkaway's Tigerman on audiobook. So far, although I'm getting through it at a crawl, it's a joyful crawl. I love that guy.
Writing
Just as things in my writing career seem to be going increasingly pear-shaped, I find I'm being more creative than at any other point in my life. Terry Pratchett-sized* particles of inspiration seem to be smashing into me at all hours of the day and night. On holiday last weekend, I nearly died several times to nork attack when ideas distracted me from my very necessary self-defense.
But before I can act on any of this, I need to finish the book I'm working on right now. My current, untitled Work in Progress is up to nearly 75K in first draft. That's pretty darn good progress, to be honest, but I want it off the deck fast, so I can move on.
Publishing
Yes, yes. Two more days until The Volunteer is available for purchase by the sweaty masses. Curse their meaty little fists!
*It's, you know, a reference. Can't remember which of his books, though...
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