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What the hell was I thinking?

In this post, I was questioning my sanity in signing up for the Love’s Landscape Event on Goodreads. Remember? No? No problem: I signed up to write a story from a photo prompt.

The story is due May 1st. That’s in five days. I’ve known about this event for a month. I started writing three weeks ago. I wrote around four thousand words, only to scrap about a thousand. Then I stepped away from it for many days, waiting for inspiration. I’ve had an idea of what the story would be about since I saw the photo, but certain key elements were still vague.

I’ve been trying Ritalin for my ADHD. I’m still taking a baby dose because after what happened with the Strattera, the doctor is weary of my reactions to meds. No kidding.

I was hoping the Ritalin would help me write this story. Actually, I was counting on it. It didn’t happen. I’m hardly feeling anything positive but then I’m not suffering from horrible side effects either, so that’s good I guess. Still, I shouldn’t have counted on that.

In perfect ADHD mode, I’ve procrastinated until five days from the due date to write the story. I’ve been writing furiously for four hours today. I’m up to 8,700 words so far.

I’m not sure I’ll finish on time, but I sure will try.

It’ll probably suck but I’ll do the best I can. Wish me luck.

*sighs loudly

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I’ve done it again

I could cry. I finished another book series. I loved it. I miss the characters already and my tablet is still hot. Five books of pure bliss.

When I started high school, I discovered the school library had a whole bunch of books by a lady named Agatha Christie. I devoured them. All. I could never guess who the murderer was. The best one? The Murder of Roger Akroyd. A classic. Genius.

After that, I was hooked on mysteries.  P.D. James, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (meh), then a whole bunch of more contemporary writers and more mysteries. No one was ever as good as Agatha Christie to keep you guessing until the end.

This series wasn’t like Agatha either. I usually guessed by 70%-80% of the books who had done it, or had a pretty good idea. Only one blew me away.

But I didn’t care.

The romance between the bookshop owner and the cop/PI was what got me.

It spans on all five books and couldn’t have  been written better. It was FABULOUS. Would they? Wouldn’t they? Finally? No? What the fuck do you mean he’s getting married? Aaarrrgghhh!!!! Damn you author! I hate you! Okay, I don’t hate you anymore.  What????? You had to throw that in there? Just to fuck things up??? I’m going to die….. Oh. Okay. I feel better now. Thanks.

Each book has its own murder to be solved. But each book is just a continuation in the long and peppered-with-angst love story. What a romance. Wow.

Such deep, intelligent characters. I’ll miss them.

I’ve done this to myself again. I’ve gotten deeply sucked in a good series and now will miss the characters I’ve been living with for the past sixteen days.

I know I’ll do it again too.

To read and weep is better than not to have read at all. (Who said that?)

 

Thanks, Josh.

How addicted are you when…

You’re afraid of reading the 8th book of a series because people have written bad reviews on it?

I’m so afraid of being disappointed and heartbroken that I don’t wanna read it. I will. Of course I will. But with just one eye…

See, people have written that the story is full of new characters and the two main characters (MC’s) are not the focal point of this book.

Well, I happen to miss these two MC’s and was sooooooo looking forward to reading book 8 because I would reconnect with them and love them and bask in their glory and live vicariously (precariously?) through their new adventure with them that I’m kinda not looking forward to reading it now….

The power of the review.

Be careful when you leave one, guys. Those suckers are potent.

I just read an encouraging one that says that, although the series MC’s aren’t the main characters in this one, it’s a good transition to maybe the end of their story and the beginning of a new one.

Sad but true. It’s gotta end someday, right?

(Sobs on her keyboard as she writes this post….)

 

Crack the Darkest Sky Wide Open by Eric Arvin, TJ Klune, Abigail Roux, SJD Peterson, S.A. McAuley, Jason Huffman-Black,

ImageSix short stories. Very different, very good.

Eric Arvin wrote The Demon of Jericho. A sweet fantasy story of a young man who finds an angel. This angel winds up saving the village from the terrors of a bad demon. Fantasy’s not my favourite genre. I liked this one. It left me with a feeling of peace, regardless of the violence or gruesome details peppered here and there. The love story of the young man with his angel was sweet nonetheless. 

Abigail Roux went with a war story, A Cruel Thing. I hate war stories in general. You’ll never catch me watching a WW2 movie even if Channing Tatum plays – and even dances – in it. This story was so touching, so real, so full of sincere emotions. I didn’t get too lost in the descriptions as it was mainly about a unit of soldiers during the events of December 1941, Pearl Harbour. Some soldiers fall in love with each other and promise life and love forever to each other. Some don’t make it home, obviously. Some do. I loved it. I’ll read it again, I’m sure. And until the end, you don’t know who the narrator is, or who lives and who dies. It’s fucking gripping. This one left me with a profound sadness and an urge to kiss my sleeping husband.

Wrong, by SJD Peterson, was a hard one to read for me. It’s not even BDSM, it’s plain and simple cruelty done to a guy who couldn’t deserve it more. He’s a true asshole, and that’s the part of him that’s used to bring him down a notch or three. I didn’t get this story, other than that. I had to skip a few lines because the descriptions were a bit too much for me. The thought that came to mind when I finished the story was “ouch”.

Anguish by Jason Huffman-Black is a narration of what is going through a man’s mind as he drives his car and the control he has over three other lives – which I didn’t understand how they were connected – by steering one way or another. Is it an impending accident? Don’t know. Didn’t understand. This one left me wondering what I didn’t get.

S.A. McAuley spun a really nice story in The Hotel Luz about two lovers who lost contact with each other but reunite at a hotel for lunch when one of them learns of the other’s difficulties. Is it too late? Is it the one that got away? Very nicely written, it’s poignant and a little sad. 

And then the coup de grâce: John & Jackie by TJ Klune. Well. Let me tell you now it left me with… it didn’t leave me. Yet. This is the dedication at the beginning: 

“To those who have ever loved with their whole hearts.”

How true. It’s a pure, sincere, lovely love story about two guys who meet when they’re twelve and live seventy-one years together. To say it’s beautiful seems trite but it is beautiful. In its purest form. The writing is honest and well versed. 

Sorry my young readers: it’s not PG-13. It’s not even PG-16 because of Wrong. Stay away from this one until you’ve had some experience and know that not all sexual encounters are like that. It’s fiction, guys. 

 

‘Slay me’, said the dragon by Stephen Del Mar

ImageI can’t believe I didn’t write a review for this one yet! It’s the sweetest, most captivating short fantasy story I read in a long time.

It’s sweet, a bit scary, and oh so beautiful in the end. 

There’s dragons who can appear in human form, and a dragon slayer. Bad dragons and good dragons. And love.

It starts a bit scary and you don’t know where it’s going until you reach the end to realize it’s one of the most beautiful love stories ever written. And I read a lot. It’s really touching.

Yup, kiddies, another one not for you. Sorry. Sex. (I’ll try to read pg-13 stuff just for you, but can’t promise anything… because you don’t really exist!!!)