Focus!

There is another contest. It lurks. It is a large contest, and I the important author stare at it as one would a new lover, thinking, "What the hell do I do to impress this beast?"

I've been cataloging my books. (nearly 300 books so far and counting) So tonight I'm trying to cut that short and really rather than blogging I should be focusing on writing something new and fresh but it is the pressure of it.

This coupled with the book drought...

I tried to read The Discovery of Witches. It didn't sit well. I was excited for something fresh, something magical that strikes a deep note with me. Here, I thought, someone has taken a subject and brought it up above the common tone of man rescue woman, who was once confident, only to be come a bumbling mimsy.

It makes me think, when I look at my writing is, "What have I got to say?" "How do I contribute to the Writing world?"

I could, if I wanted, write mush. Its easy, and not when you want a strong influence on your audience.

I'm rambling.


I really need to get back to work.

-_-

Book Love

My husband, who has regrettably returned to his far away hills, so I've decided to catalog my personal library. 

I've needed to do it since listening to a podcast and realizing I could. I'm going to be moving to a ew country in a few months and I want to know what I have and don't have for books, so there's no double purchasing. 

Its all being done on excel. I tried to get a nice easy app for scanning until I realized I've trashed the camera on my phone with my dropping it and that I can do it all my self on my computer if I do some sound googling. 

Really though, its my way of returning to my books. I've not been able to sink my teeth into something tasty for a while. My writing has withered up on the mental vine and I'd love to get it all rocking and rolling again. Make it a passion. Make it fun once more. 

Knowing what I have a regalling my self with fond reads from my past is a way of kick starting it. 

Really this is just keeping me busy in the quiet moments so I do not go mad while realizing there is another two ad a half months until Will and I see each other again. 

Oh woah is me....

Ah well. I'll boil the kettle again, put on some fabulous podcasts, and get cracking.