Like the title says, I are back (running gag at my house) and I bring tidings of Emerson, Lake & Palmer to serenade you for the few minutes that it takes you to read this fun-filled no action packed (like a John Mellencamp film) post.
I'm recovering somewhat slowly from session #1 of laser surgery. Not to gross anyone out too much, but I'm having some unwanted blood vessels (diabetes related) removed so as to keep my vision where it's at now for as long as possible. I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say, it's not something I would highly recommend to anyone to have done, either voluntarily or involuntarily,
Now, on to other things. Over the past weekend, I did a little writing (ummm, yah.) and some reading. I also got two books from the library, one fiction and one non-fiction.
First the fiction.
A Dog's Purpose by W. Bruce Cameron (ye of 8 Simple Rules, one of my fav network shows). This one I picked up because my public library has one of his latest, and since I'm naturally hardwired weirdly, I decided that I needed to read the first dog oriented book that he wrote. If you like stories about dogs and if you're deeply interested in the concept of reincarnation, then this book is for you. Simply put, this is like the canine equivalent of the Robin Williams movie The Bicentennial Man. I'm normally not a fan of light fluffy fiction, but this book really struck home with me. I laughed, teared up and ultimately walked away a very satisfied reader. Get this book, because it'll do you good.
Second, the non-fiction.
Anger Is An Energy by John Lydon (aka Johnny Rotten). I like John Lydon and some of his music (Sex Pistols and PiL), and even read his autobiography years ago. However, I did not know that his latest was an updated autobio until I got about one chapter in. I'm not a big fan of well known people who write more than one autobio, since to me it only means that they're looking for a couple of extra bucks. I did not finish reading this book and in fact, stopped about halfway through chapter 2.
My opinion of John Lydon's autobio's is this: If you didn't read the first that came out in '08, then by all means read this one. It covers a bit more ground than the first and seems like it would be a very enjoyable read (publisher has a weird warning in the beginning that basically says minimal editing was done). If you read the first, don't bother reading the second, because the only new stuff in the book covers the years of '08 thru '14.
Thirdly, the writing.
I spent my hiatus: tail end of Monday once my eyes started going back to normal late in the evening and Tuesday, chipping away at my latest project. I decided that it would be much, much easier to peck away on the keyboard, as opposed to writing it out by hand, simply because once again, I have a 99% completed manuscript to play with. Chopped one head-scratching scene and properly loosened multiple paragraphs so that the story actually flows and makes sense. At the moment, I have a shade over 4K words written (about 6 1/2 pages) so far, and the plan is to keep chipping away on this in the late evenings when I have some free time to play with.
And that, my friends, is my new plan of attack, which of course is subject to change whenever the mood strikes me. Tune in next week when you'll hear G.B. say, "Oh my God! Not her!"
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