My second favorite photo makesa it look like she's sinking into some sort of home furnishing quicksand. Can't you just picture a little thought bubble with the word "HELP" over her head?
In other news:
Oh, dear, someone has been a bad blogger. No Monday Malarkey, no Tuesday Twaddle. Not blogging this week wasn't deliberate. I usually feel like chattering at the end of a day of writing, whether we're talking National Novel Writing Month or any regular day that involves the writing of fiction. But, this week . . . nope, just didn't happen. That was partly due to the shift from sunny and dry to stormy (migraine weather) but I also just happen to have felt like I'd done all the writing I could stand by the end of the day. Some days, I have continued to write till as late as 9:00 PM -- which makes me sound more productive than I have been. It's been slow going. I'm at just over 13,000 words, technically ahead of the curve but the writing has occasionally felt like pulling teeth. Some years are like that.
I've read quite a few books since I became a blogging slacker.
- Five Children on the Western Front by Kate Saunders
- Humans of New York: Stories by Brandon Stanton
- The Tree by John Fowles
- Sweet November by Aiken Morewood
- Notorious RBG by Irin Carmon and Shana Knizhnick
- Well Wished by Franny Billingsley (a reread for writing inspiration, since I'm writing fantasy)
I could have sworn I'd written about some of these at the blog, but I just flipped back to the main page and, nope, I must be thinking of the reviews I whipped out at Goodreads. In brief: I loved them all. More to come.
Read anything brilliant, lately?
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