It’s been a while

There are many things in life I regret, one of which is being a rotten correspondent. I always have good intentions, but we all know where those lead.

Anyway, I’m almost done with the Goodreads Challenge. I’ve read 44 books so far this year. Granted a lot of them were Manga or Graphic novels, they still count. I did read a lot of Supercorp fanfic, but I’m not counting those. I had to stop anyway for reasons unrelated to the show. It all goes back to regret in the end, I guess.

The most recent one finished was The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite, a bi author. I mention that the author is bi because, while I am not, I have been assured by friends who are, that bi-erasure is very real. Reminding people that an entire group is ignored is the least I can do.

Back to the book and regrets. This book was pretty good. It was a period romance, and a lesbian one at that. It almost made me disregard the whole hygiene thing in a way that Sara Waters has not been able to do. But the book was smart, in that it was intelligent and it made me miss conversations about anything other than the crimes of this current administration and coping with a pandemic.

This book made me regret not continuing my education when I had the chance, for all that I was so far removed from a science or math major it’s not funny. Instead of following my desire after graduating college, I let fear and pressure and the really bad mental and emotional place I was in dictate my actions. I’ve done that too much in life. So had Catherine in the book. Like Catherine comes to realize, perhaps it’s not too late to find oneself, one’s passion, and a hot young astronomer.

The one thing in life I do not regret is my twelve year old daughter. She is the light of my life and my reason for existing. She is also twelve, did I mention that? Which makes her a royal pain in the keister at times, but I love her anyway. 12 man, it’s not an age for parental lightweights and it’s kicking my ass.

My daughter, E, is in love with cosplay, manga, and anime. Together we watched one and then I later bought her the video game on which it was based. She binge reads My Hero Acadamia and together we read a yuri series called Bloom into You. Bloom, while gay is not explicit. It’s a sweet multi book series about two girls falling in love. No regrets there, so at least that’s something.

It’s funny. I woke up because my wife’s dog was being an asshole and I can’t get back to sleep. This post just kept going through my head and I know I didn’t say half of what I wanted. Of course, I’ve made this into a book site, not a watch as Hope works out her depression by typing into the void site. So I can pardon myself for being a little vague.

Tl;dr. Regrets suck. Read a book.

Stay safe, people.

Book One

These are in no particular order, but since last month was PRIDE, I figured I would start with one that means a lot to the kinda scared, closeted kid I was when I first read it.

I first read Fried Green Tomatoes in the early to mid 90’s or about the time the movie came out. It was pretty eye opening for someone from a small town in Mississippi during the birth of Grunge. This book gave me Idgie and though there’s not a lot that we have in common, there are a few big things we share: disdain for women’s clothing and a love for Ruth being the two most prominent. It was amazing and the first time I had anything close to a real role model in print.

Fannie Flagg has grown a lot as a writer, but this book remains a favorite. It’s about friendship, love, and barbecue and it’s written in a nonlinear style. At 20 or thereabouts, it was everything I could have wanted in a book.

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New Release

Two years ago the drought broke and I started writing again. I had not written in a long time, at least not consistently. In that time period, I’ve managed to finish three novels. I’ve just published the first to Amazon.

I had published three already, ones that I had written several years ago. I really did not care to much if they did well or not. I was testing the water mostly. This one though, I feel as if I just sent my baby off into the world. I’ll have very few ways of knowing if people like it. I feel almost the same as when I walked my daughter in for her first day of school.

Anyway, available now is Murders at the Lille Mansion. It’s a mystery. I have a sequel planned. Actually I have several parts to the sequel written, I just stopped it for Nanowrimo and finally finished that project. It’s now in final beta.

Be safe everyone.

Five books ahead

In my Goodreads Challenge, I’ve read 10 out of the 30 I had set as a goal. My wife was surprised I had set the bar at 30 and not at more. Honestly, I may increase it. There are so many books out there that I want to read and so many more that I may not know about yet. But of course with a full time job, a wife and kid, three dogs, one cat and a writing habit it does make it a little difficult to squeeze things in to a day.  Even editing and revising my own work seems to take a backseat to everything else though that’s mostly because I feel as if I don’t get the story on paper it’ll never happen.

Anyway, the books that count toward my goal this time were a few graphic novels. Some people think graphic novels are cheating, but I don’t. I also read god is not Great by Christopher Hitchens. This book was informative and full of knowledge and a little condescending. Apparently that’s Hitchens in a nutshell.

I finished a what if retelling of an American Fairy tale as well, The Secret of Sleepy Hollow by Andi Marquette This reevaluated the Legend of Sleepy Hollow and provided a sweet lesfic romance. I liked it.

I am having a hard time finding a few of my personal goal books at my local library. Don’t tell my wife, but I may have to order one or two. As we get closer to the midyear point, I’ll reevaluate my goal and perhaps make it larger.

That’s it for this edition. Stay safe.

 

 

Cross off two more

I recently finished two more books and while they count toward my Goodreads goal, they don’t count toward the list of books I had compiled to read this year. That’s ok, it’s only March. Wait, March? Wasn’t it just January? I guess it is true that the older you get the shorter the years get.

So I read Backwards to Oregon by Jae and was completely blown away by the fact that she’s German. It’s a very well researched and detailed novel and I loved the characters.  I wish I had been as impressed with the other book I read, How to write Pulp Fiction.  That one was more of a composite of other books and interviews. I will say that at least it’s helpful to have it all in one place.

As to the status of my works, well I got a rejection notice for my lesfic romance novel. It’s just the first so there are many more to get 🙂 It’s a bit of a confidence let down, but writers are the ultimate rejection letter collectors. Besides, I’ve got three works in progress, two to revise and a couple of short stories that are trying to get my attention.

Until next time, stay safe.

The Rodent Who Came to Dinner Part One

I wasn’t feeling my best Thanksgiving Day, but the kid was determined to start decorating for Christmas. So, I dragged my wretched body out the storage shed and hauled in two boxes and what I thought was the tree. I put them in the kitchen, left them alone and then declared myself done with the whole ordeal. I calmly went back to the couch and continued feeling miserable.

Cut to a scene ten minutes later. The wife (D) opens the largest box and pulls out the tree skirt. She notices it has holes in it, but nothing prepares us for what happens next: the rodent who charged out of the box, ran across my wife’s foot and disappeared. There were yells, screams, I won’t say I saw my wife push our nine year old daughter (E) out of the way and hurdle the back of the couch, but I have vague memories of that. I ran and grabbed the broom. All miserable feelings were instantly replaced with a desire to rid the house of the rodent. The broom soon becomes a croquet mallet E had used for Halloween when she went as Harley (the DC Comic Girls Harley) because I’ve read The Shining and we didn’t have a roque mallet.

We ended up running to Wal-Mart and getting every type of rat catching device they had. The yorkie and I placed them all around the house. We went to bed that night, all of us in one bed, two adults, the 9 yo, two shih tsus and the yorkie. I had to work the real job the next day of course and D and E had tickets to show and went. I made it home first and was disappointed that I did not find a dead rodent in one of our ingeniously placed traps.

So I went on the hunt for it. The yorkie had it cornered, or so we thought. D and E get home and we decide to go to bed after a futile hunt that destroyed the kitchen.

Here ends part one. Part two will be posted soon.

I survived and finished #Nanowrimo2017

I successful completed the National Novel Writing Month challenge for 2017.  Already I look forward to next year. It was a great experience.

So far what I have is a 50,177 word first draft that is not finished, not pretty and not like anything else I’ve written.  Of course, it has the lesbian element.  I can’t see writing a book that does not. There’s a little relationship thing, romantic that is.  There’s an element of mystery as well, and as always here lies sarcasm.  Here’s an except from it as it stands now:

The facts as I know them are pretty simple. I went on a boat with five of my closest friends. At some point there was a storm. The boat sank or maybe capsized. I really do not know which. Three of us were found on the island, sunburned and dehydrated. Two of us were found in the water, in much worse conditions. One of us was never found.

My name is Claire Susan Evans and I am a survivor. I just wish I knew what exactly I had survived.

Thanks everyone.  Have a good one.