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This past week, I read two books, which was a miracle. There was a time when I could read a book a day, but that was years ago.
Anyway, I highly recommend Joanna Bourne's The Spymaster's Lady and Patricia Brigg's Iron Kissed. The first is a historical spy romance and the second, the third book of an urban fantasy series, which can be read stand-alone. Both have twists and turns that made me go "ooooh" and unable to stop turning the pages. Unless you want me to write one of my long-ass reviews, you'd have to take my word that these are wonderful reads that transcended their respective genres. The Spymaster's Lady, for instance, has the most kick-ass female spies that doesn't come across as too modern; in fact, she's so well-written, I started to read the narrative with a French accent. In my head, of course. My out-loud French accent could slay indignant Francophones by ear wave assault.
My reading two books also coincides with the fact that I'm not working or writing much, both of which seem uncontrollable, the former by the economy and the latter...who knows? Yes, the control freak in me is freaking out, in a very controlled way. And that's why no one notices. I'm actually a walking hysterical jello pudding right now. Just kidding.
It is so strange, though. The more time I have on my hands, the less words I produce. It's a puzzle to me. I keep thinking I should be writing my ass off. Everyone tells me so. Everyone.
"Oh, wow, not working for a week? You must love all that writing time!"
"Hey, that's great, you must be writing morning to night!"
"Oh, that's wonderful, all that free time...you must be loving the writing."
If words could kill one's ability to create, those knocked mine out cold. I have all this time and I can't write! :::head desk::: I think I'm wired wrong.
So I turned to my other love. I read. These were such beautiful stories, they swept me off my feet, taking me from my present troubles for a few glorious hours. And, they renew those little creative neurons. Hopefully. Thank you, Bourne and Briggs ;-). From these two books, I'll take one kick ass lady spy with a wonderful sense of humor and one alpha male (albeit werewolf) who is mad, angry, MURDEROUS that his female has been hurt, and sprinkle the magic onto my pages. Hopefully. Because my lady spy just happens to be injured. And my usually very controlled alpha male happens to have just lost it.
You take your creative flow from wherever you can.
And oh, snap: I KNOW you girls are reading those last two sentences about the two spies very, very speculatively. Uh-huh.
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Let's hear your current read.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Uber Paradox, or, Too Much Time Restrains
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Those who think you're writing 24/7never had to deal with someone like Number Nine. Forget him and write about Number Eight instead. Have him go undercover to a BDSM club and meet a sexy Domme with an island girl accent. The Island Goddess in leather turns out to be a villain that ties him up.... dang my imagination is getting away with me again.
Iron Kissed was a pretty good read. I was hurting right along with Mercy and cheering Adam on when he went berserk.
This past week I read one of Christine Warren's books and it was pretty good. Never imagined a demon could look good. I also read Confessions of a Werewolf Supermodel by Ronda Thompson and the story just leaves people hanging. I hope there is another book to follow it, otherwise I would have to say it was poorly written. Then there was Blood Secrets by Vivi Anna, about the city of Necropolis outside San Antonio. With witches, vampires and lycanthropes segregated from humans because of politics, a lot of hatred towards humans. Finally Lori Foster's Causing Havoc about yet another hunky SBC fighter. That was my week, I'm headed to the library to find my weekend books.
Hey, girl, actually you deal with quite a bit. You just don't see it that way. You have an injured alpha male and you also help the schooling bit and don't forget running around fixing their tires and helping with tiling while looking for roofing jobs! that's a lot. Reading is good for the soul, like you said, and maybe yours need a bit coddling right now.
Good luck. Number Nine eats authors for lunches, I guess :P.
Number Nine certainly has his ways, but seriously, inferring cause and effect from those 2 statements may be taking it too far. Jenn, you are such a tease!!
It's so rare that you have a little time off, enjoy it while it lasts and read all the books you want. Before you know it, you'll be swamped with work again. Just finished White Heat by Cherry Adair - not bad and way better than Hot Ice.
Lady Zannah,
Number Eight thinks you're a funny gal.
Iron Kissed was great, wasn't it? Can't wait for the next book.
Leslie,
Thanks for your kind words.
Monique,
:::wide eyes:::What do you mean? Me no tease!
Fanciful Fern,
I love Cherry's books too. And yes, reading always perks me back up when I'm having the writing blues.
Jenn, I'm coming out of Lurk Mode to tell you that the more time I have the less productivity I am. I think it's because I have so much I WANT to do so when a few extra minutes/hours/days present themselves my brain thinks the pressures off. So my brain takes a vacation.
I'd think, too, that reading a book with great characters and wonderful plot would energize and motivate you. So...keep energizing and motivating untill Helen & Jed are once again shouting in your ear.
Dee
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