I’ll get to it but first let me give you ear blisters.
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I came out of my leaky basement for a quick bloggy blog. No, I haven’t been down there finishing a masterpiece, but rather starting four new stories and cobbling together what I hope will be something that tomorrow I won’t chew my arm off to get away from in its early draft coyote ugly style…
Anyway, I’ve been catching up on various pieces of literature.
I tried to read Fahrenheit 4hundred something-something but failed. And I mean miserably. Falling asleep on such a lovely book is pathetic. I know it. You know it. But whatevs.
I’ve read Indies Sunniva Dee’s Shattering Halos and Mark Capell’s Edyl – Island of Immortality and gave them both raving reviews. Kudos gent and lady for beating out a classic for first prize 😀
I then read Me before You and cried…a lot. (story about a quadriplegic bitter and sweet) Not recommended if you don’t like to mourn over fictional people or actually like to keep your mascara on the eyelash.
I’ve also been listening to the audio of CS Lewis’ Mere Christianity. (Love the part about the laws of Human/Nature. He truly is a genius) And as you can see by my blog title I speak purely like a Brit now.(pinky up)
I’ve watched the entire first season of Under the Dome while eating cookies. Literally the entire thing in one sitting. Literally eating cookies until each box was lovingly tossed into the trash amid the pile of the other cookie boxes.
My toddler’s favorite word now…? Cookie.
I’ve finished an entire additional novel now.
Oh, I didn’t tell you that part?
My second novel is done.
I mean done as in written on the backs and sides of cookie boxes but first drafts are bloody incorrigible anyway, right? So. Yes. First draft at roughly 80k and I say rough as in truly rough because I may or may not have eaten a few scenes accidentally penned on my nappy kin.
My YA novel previously called Genesis is now “the gods of Anthem”. (Two snaps in a circle) Cause I love this new name and it makes sense on two levels because…you’ll have to read it. No spoilers to be had here so move along Ralph the ‘I have no will power so I read every spoiler’ guy.
Around here we call this new partially formed monster of a book GOA. Feel free to be like, “Hey Logan how’s GOA comin’?”
And I’ll be all like. “It’s good. Or rather —Well, it’s well.” cause I’m British now.
You guys know I still love you all, right? RIGHT?
I just have to do soul searching (dusts crumbs off lap) in between all your fabulous social networking skills of which you seemingly put me into a stupor as to where I then forget to do anything besides sit here before moving to the cookie seat and the boob tube to then be in a stupor again.
It’s simple really. I love to LOVE TO write. And talk. I can talk forever about writing.
And then sing. I can sing forever about talking about loving to write.
And dance. I can tap dance and sing simultaneously about talking about loving to write.
But then. Who is going to eat all these cookies?
I mean (cough) write this novel?
If you are wondering if I’m the type of writer who loves to talk about “their book” and never publish…well don’t be an idiot. Of course I’m that type of writer. I know people publishing books who are still that writer. I’m just excellent at it so that you (moves magic hands like a jedi) never really notice how I never finish a single thing.
Cover reveal at some point in the soon future 😀