Do you ever try to accomplish something right before the buzzer? JUST before you have to stop, do you rush out there and try for one more? I do and always have. Right now, before the massive Paper Influx begins, I am trying to suck down as many pleasurable novels as I can. I read Robert Crais's WATCHMAN and swallowed it almost whole (one day).
I read PRIEST by Ken Bruen in less. Oh man, is this ever a good book. I HOWLED even though it's dark and depressing and leaves little hope. This guy orders a whiskey and leaves it sitting. You are on edge the whole book to see if he will relent.
I'm reading SCANDAL OF THE SEASON by Sophie Gee and it's delicious. I needed to know more about Alexander Pope, anyway. Sophie is on faculty at Princeton and I hope Joyce Carol Oates is friendly to her. I love her too.
Let's see, what else. Oh yes. TRAVELER by Ron McLarty and it was excellent. You know, I have to say it violated one of the cardinal rules that I have learned about writing. Make your beginning compelling and interesting. His was not. But oh gosh, am I ever glad I stuck with it.
This is just to commemorate summer and the silliness.
What possessed me to do this?
I do not know.
Does it go with the Dairy Queen poses? The attempts at Winslett/DiCaprio verisimilitude?
I think not.
A Big Truth: the difference between mid-August and mid-September is vast.
A moment of silence on that.
A bientot
love,
becky
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