Mostly I just wanted to make a post with this song title in the music line. This album is another random review thing sent to Z's paper, and it's enjoyable but not quite what you'd expect from the manic titles.
I had expected it to be warm today, so I am unamused at the threatened snow.
I am extremely amused by the latest twists and turns over at the Crusie / Mayer blog. Apparently fans of the collaboration now have their own handle. For a long time Crusie's fanclub has been the Cherries because they adopted the cherry logo from one of her early bestsellers (Bet Me, which I just referred to in a comment on her blog as Bet You, so I am dying of mortification), and they came up with a logo for the collaboration (Crusie, romance writer, plus Mayer, spy-thriller writer; she writes the female POV, he writes the male): it's a cherry with a fuse that goes to one of those T-handle detonators, next to their names. So their fans? Now called Cherry Bombs. It was so funny I had to leave a comment so I could be considered one.
Seriously, I don't read books. I don't. Not in years. I don't have time, if I'm writing my own. I am a voice sponge and can't read anyone else's stuff and not then sound like them.
But I managed to read a Neil Gaiman book not that long ago, and only lost about two days to it, so maybe...
Maybe Z and I will go down to the coffee shop with bookshop attached tonight, and I'll buy the book. Mark your calendars! I am allowed into a bookshop! But I can only read the book ONCE (I am a compulsive rereader) and then Z is allowed to read it, and then I am mailing it to my sister because I bet she'll like it, and that's IT, no more until this novel is DONE.
I am, by the way, finally unstuck on a near-the-end scene I was hung up on. The heroine is going to explain why she is such a bitch. She is going to.
This book is too long and I am going to die.
I had expected it to be warm today, so I am unamused at the threatened snow.
I am extremely amused by the latest twists and turns over at the Crusie / Mayer blog. Apparently fans of the collaboration now have their own handle. For a long time Crusie's fanclub has been the Cherries because they adopted the cherry logo from one of her early bestsellers (Bet Me, which I just referred to in a comment on her blog as Bet You, so I am dying of mortification), and they came up with a logo for the collaboration (Crusie, romance writer, plus Mayer, spy-thriller writer; she writes the female POV, he writes the male): it's a cherry with a fuse that goes to one of those T-handle detonators, next to their names. So their fans? Now called Cherry Bombs. It was so funny I had to leave a comment so I could be considered one.
Seriously, I don't read books. I don't. Not in years. I don't have time, if I'm writing my own. I am a voice sponge and can't read anyone else's stuff and not then sound like them.
But I managed to read a Neil Gaiman book not that long ago, and only lost about two days to it, so maybe...
Maybe Z and I will go down to the coffee shop with bookshop attached tonight, and I'll buy the book. Mark your calendars! I am allowed into a bookshop! But I can only read the book ONCE (I am a compulsive rereader) and then Z is allowed to read it, and then I am mailing it to my sister because I bet she'll like it, and that's IT, no more until this novel is DONE.
I am, by the way, finally unstuck on a near-the-end scene I was hung up on. The heroine is going to explain why she is such a bitch. She is going to.
This book is too long and I am going to die.
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Date: 2006-04-05 04:23 pm (UTC)Thank god it's not just me! I have the exact same problem. It's something I discovered in high school. As a result, I don't read as often as I should, but I do take breaks to indulge in a book here and there. I love to read and wish I could do it more often...just not right now while I'm working on my own.
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Date: 2006-04-05 06:47 pm (UTC)I read Half-Blood Prince in a single sitting. I think I drank a glass of water once, and maybe I took a bathroom break, but I probably took the book with me. It was 6 am when I finished, and I reread it the next day.