Ramble on
I’ve been reading a lot of short stories online lately, sending links to friends, making CLH read them so I have someone to dissect them with. I haven’t been reading many books, or writing much, or doing much of anything else really. I haven’t even shaved my legs since he left.
I have this box of magazines, borrowed and subscribed, that needs to be read. I just don’t feel in the mood to do much of anything these days. Maybe it’s the weather, I dunno. There is a lot on my list, believe me, but I can’t be arsed to do any of it. I didn’t even have a proper dinner tonight because I didn’t feel like cooking for one. It’s like I’m in college all over again — how high can the pile of laundry in the bedroom get before I turn on the iron? Guess what I had for dinner — corn chips and salsa and cheap champagne.
I was thinking about doing NaNoWriMo this year but I don’t think it’ll work. We’re planning a trip to Thailand the first week of November, our last Asian adventure before we leave the hemisphere, and hopefully after that we’ll be busy moving, too busy for 1,666 words a day.
CLH wrote to say he’s been reading American Gods. At first I was surprised because that’s a little too hip and mainstream for his tastes but then I remembered Gaiman wrote the Sandman series, which is totally up my mister’s alley. Poor guy almost never has the time to read at home, so I’m proud that he’s clocking 100-200 pages a day while at sea.
I think I’ll make a list of the short stories I’ve been reading over on the books page. I enjoy short stories because life is not a complete novel, with a beginning, middle and end. It’s a series of adventures that never come to a climax and that rarely have clean resolutions.
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