If anyone reads this I will be astonished. I have left this blog to sit lonely and forgotten in the vast sea of abandoned internet pursuits for five months. And I confess, I haven't read much that would fit into this blog's stated purpose.
Oh, I've been trying to get myself to read past part one of Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald, but I'm so frightfully appalled by his attempts to portray women realistically and so completely disinterested in the plot that I'm finding it hard going. So I suppose that's my review of that.
I also made a valiant attempt at Henry David Thoreau's Walden but I found it so difficult to get past his pompous self-importance draped in a thin facade of humble living that I wanted to throw my Kindle across the room every time I read a few more pages. What a terrible person! Why would anyone in their right mind model their life or philosophy on his writings?
What I've really been enjoying reading lately are things like Bill Bryson's At Home and Mike Nappa's 77 Reasons Why Your Book Was Rejected, both hilarious and endlessly informative.
But more importantly, I haven't been doing a lot of reading because I have been doing a lot of writing. In fact, I've just finished writing a novel. It is a big milestone in my life as I've started a number of ill-fated stories and never finished them. So to manage more than 80,000 words, the last of which being The End, is, to me, a great accomplishment.
Now that the first draft is done, I will be doing revisions and then letting some close friends and colleagues take a crack at the manuscript, so I will have more time to read. And I plan on starting with a couple of these lovely books that my mother gave me for my 32nd birthday yesterday.
So if you're still reading, thank you. And I will try to be more faithful to this space.
Oh, I've been trying to get myself to read past part one of Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald, but I'm so frightfully appalled by his attempts to portray women realistically and so completely disinterested in the plot that I'm finding it hard going. So I suppose that's my review of that.
I also made a valiant attempt at Henry David Thoreau's Walden but I found it so difficult to get past his pompous self-importance draped in a thin facade of humble living that I wanted to throw my Kindle across the room every time I read a few more pages. What a terrible person! Why would anyone in their right mind model their life or philosophy on his writings?
What I've really been enjoying reading lately are things like Bill Bryson's At Home and Mike Nappa's 77 Reasons Why Your Book Was Rejected, both hilarious and endlessly informative.
But more importantly, I haven't been doing a lot of reading because I have been doing a lot of writing. In fact, I've just finished writing a novel. It is a big milestone in my life as I've started a number of ill-fated stories and never finished them. So to manage more than 80,000 words, the last of which being The End, is, to me, a great accomplishment.
Now that the first draft is done, I will be doing revisions and then letting some close friends and colleagues take a crack at the manuscript, so I will have more time to read. And I plan on starting with a couple of these lovely books that my mother gave me for my 32nd birthday yesterday.
So if you're still reading, thank you. And I will try to be more faithful to this space.
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