This is one of those “free to do” tags that I snagged from The Writing Hufflepuff. We’ve been having some awesome vent-fests in her comments, and when I saw this, I figured it would give me an excuse to talk (more) about myself. This is actually a tag from this month. I’m caught up on all my old ones, but still keeping up with my schedule/to-do list.
Where do you typically write your blog posts?
Right here with my butt on the new sectional. Before we had the new sectional, I wrote them on the old sectional. I used to go into the bedroom to do any kind of writing work, but there’s no place to sit comfortably in there unless I set up my table and drag my husband’s gaming chair in. It’s so much easier to just sit in the front room and pop on some headphones if the hubby is watching/playing something.
How long does it generally take you to write a book review?
It really depends on a number of factors. If I loved the book and it was an in depth story, it could take me over a month to say everything I need to say. If it’s a DNF (did not finish), those usually only take me one or two writing sessions to bang out (with the first one being the review set up), since it won’t take me too long to say why I gave up on it. On average, it probably takes me two or three sessions to write a review, so a week?
The arbitrary unit of time we know as 2016 has come to an end to much celebration for many. I am a bit more reserved in my exuberance, since the future bleeds from the past, and the past twelve months have been less than fortuitous. I try not to be a Morbid Mary, but my hopes for the future are…guarded at best. Be that as it may, our little wet rock has taken another trip around its star. Here I present what I’ve accomplished in that time, and what I’d like to accomplish before the next trip comes to a close.
This was a fun, little, weekly foray, and I greatly enjoyed coming up with questions and seeing all of your answers, but I’ve decided to end it. Formulating a query and answering it took much longer than many would think, and I desperately need to dedicate my time to other things. You can find all of the questions at the end of the above link. Please feel free to answer any that strike your fancy! I’m always up for a good discussion.
2016 Goodreads Book Challenge: 20
Books “Completed” Per Goodreads: 21
Number of Books Finished: 18
- The Ghost of Buxton Manor
- The World of Ice and Fire
- The Tales of Yagath
- Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
- The Mystical Qabalah
- The Red Rose
- The Tales of Beedle the Bard
- The Invisible Library
- The Rape of Lucrece
- The Slow Regard of Silent Things
- Paradise Lost
- Dreamsongs Volume II
- The Light of the Fireflies
- Dreamsongs Volume I
- The Jade Dragon
Links go to my reviews. The review for The Ghost of Buxton Manor is pending, as I just finished that this past week. I’m planning audio (potentially video) reviews for Paradise Lost and The Rape of Lucrece, which is why they don’t have reviews.
I technically only completed 18 books, since The Invisible Library and Magonia were both DNF, but I guess because I put an end date, Goodreads counts them.
Favorite Book: The Ghost of Buxton Manor by Jonathon L. Ferrara – I haven’t reviewed this yet, but I’ll have a glowing one for your perusal before the year is much older. At initial rating I gave it four stars, but I just upped that to five because it deserves it. The novel is an utter delight, and I highly recommend it.
I am a super, super sensitive person. I know, right? I chose the wrong occupation for such a “deficiency,” though who really chooses to be a writer? I certainly did not. I read a blog post just the other day that advised anyone who wanted to become a writer to get out while they still can, and I stand by that…in a way. I don’t write out of chosen desire; I write out of compulsion, because I can do ought else. Because if I don’t my characters do nothing but chatter in my head, my settings emerge in panoramic display, and I lose what tenuous grasp I barely have on a reality I generally want no part of. So I write because I feel that there’s something in me, something I have to impart, though half the time I feel far less important and wonder why I’m such a undeserving elitist.
I became lost in the preamble. This is as “free” of a blogging session as I’ve ever undertake. I have no notes; I have no plans; I’m just writing it because it’s needling at the back of my mind. I’m also currently experiencing the worst toothache of my life and I have a prescription for Tylenol with codeine. I have never had a cavity, but last dentist checkup, they discovered eight at least one of which requires a root canal, ugh. They did a temporary filling on that particular tooth, but part of it came out when I was flossing that night. Oh, a word to the wise if you don’t, FLOSS. The majority of my cavities were between teeth, and the veneer of my smile looks (near) perfect (I personally think my teeth are too yellow, but that’s just my American vanity speaking), but as I said in my blurb for Northern Lights:
“The kingdom lies beneath the foundation,
And the foundation is rotting above…”