I fear that when I get busy, blogging is always the first thing to go. If you were following my NaNoWriMo progress on Twitter, you probably saw that I hit 50K and then lost all motivation. I still love my premise, but I'm going to table it and start over once it's had some time to rest.
Right now, though, I'm restarting work on my beloved weird magical realism family saga, which I set aside briefly for NaNoWriMo. I'm also very busy with work, probably because I never really stop thinking about it (maybe I need some hobbies or something?).
We've been having an unseasonably sunny winter here in Portland, though I guess any sun is unseasonable. I've also been reading like crazy; just burned my way through Lev Grossman's The Magicians, and then The Magician King. I hear these books are divisive, but I thought they were brilliant. The "kid learns that magic is real" trope is a popular one, but somehow it's so much more satisfying when that kid is someone who's always longed for magic.
I've also picked up my read-the-entire-Bible attempt (I'm using the New Oxford Annotated Bible with the Apocrypha), and am currently in the midst of Maccabees. It's a good deal bloodier than the Hanukkah story I grew up with. I find that I spend a lot of my reading time thinking "You guys, please stop killing each other." I do appreciate the annotations - I wish I'd taken that 'Bible as Literature" class in high school. It's good bedtime reading, because usually the narrative isn't strong enough for me to want to stay up and finish it, and I don't tend to be emotionally invested in what happens to the characters/people/allegorical historical figures/whatever you want to call them.
With that check-in finished, it's back to writing!
Right now, though, I'm restarting work on my beloved weird magical realism family saga, which I set aside briefly for NaNoWriMo. I'm also very busy with work, probably because I never really stop thinking about it (maybe I need some hobbies or something?).
We've been having an unseasonably sunny winter here in Portland, though I guess any sun is unseasonable. I've also been reading like crazy; just burned my way through Lev Grossman's The Magicians, and then The Magician King. I hear these books are divisive, but I thought they were brilliant. The "kid learns that magic is real" trope is a popular one, but somehow it's so much more satisfying when that kid is someone who's always longed for magic.
I've also picked up my read-the-entire-Bible attempt (I'm using the New Oxford Annotated Bible with the Apocrypha), and am currently in the midst of Maccabees. It's a good deal bloodier than the Hanukkah story I grew up with. I find that I spend a lot of my reading time thinking "You guys, please stop killing each other." I do appreciate the annotations - I wish I'd taken that 'Bible as Literature" class in high school. It's good bedtime reading, because usually the narrative isn't strong enough for me to want to stay up and finish it, and I don't tend to be emotionally invested in what happens to the characters/people/allegorical historical figures/whatever you want to call them.
With that check-in finished, it's back to writing!
