Now, normally, I would set myself a deadline and make it work out whether it wanted to or not. But I just don't think that's the way to go this time. This book is supposed to have some humor to it and I haven't been able to dig it out of me. And, yes, I tried the grapefruit spoon.
More importantly, I don't actually have a deadline. I look forward to the day when I do (no, really), but it, as Aragorn once said, is not this day. I feel like forcing this right now would totally ruin the book. And I love this book. It's not even born yet and I love it in that same psycho way Bella loved her unborn (and impossible, even within the fictional context of her world) half-vampire baby. It'll bruise me, deprive me of sleep, and likely make me bleed from an orifice or two, but I'm determined to see it into the world. That's love.
Where the hell was I?
Oh, right. So I've decided to take advantage of a luxury afforded only to the unpublished writer: time. I'm taking a break this month.* And I'm going to use the time to attack the TBR pile. I'm going to read.** Ahhhh.
I'm also going to miss my older kids, because they're on a five-day trip with their class. Hopefully the reading will distract me.
What was the last good book you read?
*Okay, fine. It probably won't be a complete break. I'm a writer. I write. I can't just go all cold turkey.
**Sunday's read was Chuck Wendig's Blackbirds. (Excellent.) Monday's was Veronica Roth's Insurgent. (Also Excellent.) Today, I think we're gonna go with Kendare Blake's Anna Dressed in Blood.