I haven’t read nearly as much as I would’ve liked over the past few months. Sure, I’ve added plenty of books to my bookshelf through trips to Books-a-Million and orders from Barnes & Noble’s website. But the book-buying has far outpaced the reading side of the equation.
Even though I haven’t read as much as I would’ve liked, I’ve still been reading. Plugging along through books. This is what I’ve been reading:
The Geek Feminist Revolution by Kameron Hurley
~A collection of feminist essays dealing with writing, the science fiction and fantasy genres, and life itself.
I loved, loved, loved this book. It spoke to me not only as a writer but as someone who writes female characters. I’ll be rereading select essays–if not the whole book–in the near future.
13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson
~Ginny’s eccentric aunt has given her strict instructions that the 13 blue envelopes are her only road-map during a European adventure.
Despite the premise, this wasn’t as lighthearted of a book as I’d hoped. But it delivered on the reality of being sent through Europe by a family member you haven’t seen in years.
The Glittering Court by Richelle Mead
~A countess escapes her suffocating life in the old aristocracy for a new world in the frontier.
This book covered a lot of time in a short amount of pages. I would’ve liked to have seen more of the Glittering Court itself, but I did like the characters. And I’ll be picking up the sequel when it comes out in April.
Stiff by Mary Roach
~A non-fiction book about human cadavers.
There were chapters that fascinated me, like the ones about car crash tests and grave robbing. Others didn’t hold my attention as well. But overall it struck me as an informative book that provided a few plot ideas.
Wake of Vultures by Lila Bowen
~Nettie Lonesome wants nothing more than to be a horse wrangler, but her whole life is turned upside down by a man who can only be killed by a stick to the heart.
This western made me itch to get on horseback and start hunting monsters myself. It has just the right mix of fantastic elements in a realistic setting. I’ll be buying book 2 soon enough.
I want to say a huge Thank You! to the lovely Hannah Brown for tagging me in the #GSList tag a few weeks ago. There are four rules for the tag (though I’ll be breaking one of them).
Make a list of 10 things that make you happy
Tag your post with #GSList
Use the #GSList picture in your post
Tag/nominate 5 blogs to complete the tag
And, without further ado, here are the 10 things that make me happy:
Sitting down with my laptop and writing something fun
Carving out an afternoon to read a book from cover to cover
Standing in front of Cinderella’s Castle at the Magic Kingdom and watching the evening fireworks show
Getting into my car and driving down the highway without a destination in mind
Coming home to find a package of books from Barnes & Noble or Amazon
Starting a brand new book straight after bringing it home
Exploring a new place, whether five minutes from home or in a distant state, on my own
Enjoying the company of my family and friends
Cuddling on the couch with my dogs
Watching 90’s TV shows after midnight
So here’s where the rule-breaking comes in. I’m not going to tag 5 blogs. Instead, I’m going to tag everyone who reads this post to do the #GSList tag if they so wish. If you do make a post, let me know in the comments so I can check it out!
After I finished work in Plymouth on July 17, 2013, I rushed home to get changed and drove over to a farm/kennel for 6 PM. There I handed over a check for $500. In return, I got a scrawny, black and tan German Shepherd. He was ten months old and named Sampson by his first owner.
The two years since then have been nothing short of an adventure.
Sampson likes to work. He’s flashy in his obedience, athletic enough for makeshift agility courses, and bounces whenever he sees a tennis ball. Add in a stubborn streak, and I’ve got my hands full. But Sam is fun.
Even though we’ve still got work to do with his manners around new people and out in public, he’s a fantastic pet. Always tolerant of hugs, a persistent shadow, and ready to help me eat whatever’s on my plate. He’s also a cuddler, which is weirdly exciting for me. Neither my first dog nor Grace did/do so. Grace demands to be pet or she’s out of there. Sampson is simply content to lay his head on me and be by my side.
While looking back through the photos on my phone for this post, I was struck by how much he’s grown. He was all leg and not much else. Now he’s almost a different dog. Here are a few pictures of him from the past two years.
“Pen, Paper, and No Plan” is a blog about writing and reading. I’ll blog about what I’m writing, what I’m reading, publishing, writing tools, writer’s block, inspiration, markets, and anything that has to do with writing. Occasionally, I’ll also blog about real life as that tends to slip into writing.
The title of this blog is “Pen, Paper, and No Plan,” and I chose it because of the way I write. I approach a blank page with a pen in hand and an idea. Outlining has never really worked for me until after I finish the first draft. I don’t know my characters well enough to say what they’ll do or say. My narrator usually goes over and over back story for the first twenty-thousand words until she–and I–figure out the story. New plot lines surface halfway through the novel. Characters appear ten thousand words from the end that should have been there from the very beginning.
All in all, the first draft is rough. The plan doesn’t come together until I write the final words. And then, revision works magic on the once bumpy sentences. I realize my plan through the pages of draft marked up with black and blue ink. It comes together in the end, and I have on my hands a polished, coherent piece of writing when I finish.
Writing is a a process. It can hurt and frustrate. It can also create a magnetic force so strong that a writer falls into her work. She doesn’t want to put up the fight to extricate herself when the real world demands her attention. I fight my way through every draft. I wrestle with my words. I sigh in frustration when things don’t come easy. But I love it, and I don’t think I can ever stop.