I made it through much more of NW then I thought it would. The narrative structure is interesting and non traditional. i fell asleep four hour short of my dead line. i still got a lot done! now back to my normal life.
wow, I know what a huge chunk of time! I stuck to my plan of switching up my reading, going back and forth between my audiobook and the manuscript for the afternoon. While running errands and walking around downtown Culver City my ears were filled with Holiday in Death. The three hours I spent in Starbucks I finished reading the manuscript. I still have a few hours of listening to do before I finish Holiday in Death. Still, one book down! Around hour 12 I took a nap, woke up at hour 14 and started reading NW by Zadie Smith. I’m 3/4ths of the way through but I need a break from it. The book itself is my own break from my dedication to thrillers, mysteries, and suspense. It’s well written, the stories are loosely connected, I just needed a break from the inner workings of fictional human beings so I read step one from Path to Recovery. There are questions at the chapter, but since I’m focusing on reading I’m going to go back to reading and put off doing any work until tomorrow. I feel like I should either go back to NW or I should finish listening to Holiday in Death. If I went back to the audiobook I could also do the dishes. No one wants that. It’s 2:30 for goodness sake.
I swear, I need every weekend to be a read-a-thon. I’ve gotten so much done this morning with an audiobook in my ear. I spent two hours last night reading Takes One to Know One, a friend’s manuscript. Woke up, plugged in my ipod and took in J.D. Robb’s “Holiday in Death.” I took 45 minutes to read Chapter 12 and 13, wishing I hadn’t. What a way to ruin perfectly good reading by adding homework. I stuck to my plan of listening to the audiobook to and from my volunteering, but taking the audiobook to the gym has been replaced with eating pizza and listening the audiobook. I could do this everyday.
I haven’ t blogged in almost a year! Goodness. How time and life have just kept going by. I remembered last year’s Readathon and well, that got this thing up and running! This isn’t just something one jumps into. It requires preparation and gathering materials so that I can really dedicated 24 hours to reading and still go on with the rest of my life. Here’s my plan:
- 7 am wake up get ready (breakfast, hygiene, pushups, etc)
- 8am OFFICIAL START TIME on west coast. READ!!
- 10:40 Head to Volunteering (I’ve got an audiobook for the car ride to and from and will have to make up the hour I spend volunteering and not reading)
- 12:30 Head to Gym- (because movement cannot just stop) – Where I will finish my audiobook.
- 1:30 on READ! READ! EAT! READ! NAP? READ!
I’ve even picked out where I will read to keep things interesting: poolside, at Starbucks, on the couch, on the bed, on the couch again, maybe even back to Starbucks. Read-a-thon weekend also marks the first weekend of PlayStation 3 for the husband, so you know, I’ll have plenty of undisturbed time to read.
Here’s my book list:
- Human Physiology Chapters 13 and 24 (to keep things interesting and productive)
- NW by Zadie Smith
- Paths to Recovery
- Art of Character by David Corbett
- Takes One to know one by Amanda Ronan (*MS)
- Holiday in Death by JD Robb *audiobook
- Redbreast by Jo Hensbo
- Fairy Tales from the Brother’s Grim by Philip Pulman (to keep things interesting and to switch things up)
- Lady X’s Cowboy by Zoe Archer
Some of these I won’t be reading straight through, but they will get read and that’s what’s important.
- Hansen’s Ginger Ale
- Goat cheese pizza
- Chicken Taco stew
To finish preparing tonight I need to read for an hour to compensate for the hour I’ll lose tomorrow. I also need to log into twitter, charge the ipod and the kindle, save the Dewey Readathon page as a favorite and turn off the captcha for this blog so that folks can comment!
I’m back! I have been doing a lot of writing by hand lately. Sometimes it’s just helpful to switch up those pathways to creativity. The problem with that can be that I need to type everything I write. There are worst things in life, I’m sure. I’ve also been reading a lot lately. I finished The Weird Sisters and am listening to Tanavarie Due’s The Good House. But enough about me, here is my 10 minute write.
Only Mr. Henry would arrive at someone else’s party full of demands. Even though I’ve made my way back down stairs, I hang back in the kitchen, grazing the veggie platter and giving myself a pep talk.
“You can do this. This is the last visit until Thaksgiving. It will not kill you to go back out there.” Just then an arrow lands with a sharp “thwat” into the hedge outside the kitchen window. “Okay, it might kill you. But would that really be that bad?”
Daddy’ and Mr. Henry are laughing loudly at Edgar Winston who was standing next to the hedge and is shaking with nerves. “Man up, son,” Daddy says giving him a clap on the shoulder, “You’re looking like casper.” Edgar, who gets his pail skin from his white mother and his kinky hair from his black father, has gone sheet white. He shakes his head and our eyes meet when he looks into the kitchen window. I offer him a weak smile and can’t keep from shaking my head in embarrassment and relief at the thought that, hey, at least it wasn’t me out there. Sorry, Edgar, not today.
Image: ‘Mooki feels shame‘
I took my first flash fiction class tonight at the Writing Pad. The awesome Melissa Clark taught the class. I’ve had such great experiences in her classes that I try to take them all at least once. In May I am also taking her fiction writing bootcamp. Somewhere, Marilyn is quoted as saying that it’s like bootcamp minus the steel toe, but don’t quote me on that.
Flash fiction is oddly satisfying. Probably because it’s so short. It’s not flash fiction because it’s written quickly (though I heard some really amazing stuff written in 10 minutes!) but because the story is concise but so complete. The story is told in what isn’t said as much as it by what is said. I will be making a folder for it in my Scrivener.
I did the most insane thing ever and signed up for the Reported Essay class. It’s part personal essay, part journalistic research. It’s bleeding on the page and then interviewing people about the theme. The teacher, Taffy, has had 12 of her student’s published. If I’m serious about writing, this is the class that I have to take. I’m super nervous, but I’m serious about my future as a writer and I want to write as much as possible. What a way to start my path to creating/maintaining/doing my thing!
I know that the 24 hour read a thon is over but I ended up having an impromptu one this weekend anyways! I started reading Breaking Beautiful on Friday and just finished it now at 9:15pm on sunday. I was first heard of this book on The Contemps website and my major attraction was based solely on it not being based in a post apocolyptic setting. Seriously, come on, how many more of these do we need? Okay, maybe a ton, but I don’t need to read any more.
I am so impressed by this debut novel. Jennifer Shaw Wolf is one hell of a writer. Her language isn’t over simplified or poetic- it just is. Set in a small town in Washington State, the main character, Allie, is the lone survivor in a car accident that killed her abusive boyfriend Trip. She’s lost her memories of the night and no one in the small town will let her forget who she was or who she is. This is especially an issue when her best friend takes care of her and fills the isolated spots in her life.
What Wolf does best in this piece is plot. I found it to be seriously tight and completely captivating. She also does a great job of capturing the simple voice of a teenager. I’m not saying that teenagers are simple people, I’m saying she does away with the dramatics and the over emoting that could turn complex emotions into cliches. I totally aspire to have this type of ability someday. Told in first person present tense Allie’s emotions are raw and real, not cloying or hackneyed, as she takes us through dealing with her boyfriend’s death, her secrets, and dealing with the town and their need to know what happened the night he died.
I couldn’t put the book down. I look forward to her future work!