So, I’m tired of reading. That didn’t take long. Finished Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman and Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella. At this pace, I will not hit anything except burnout.
Plus, I wanna write. And this whole reading thing gets in the way.
So I’m gonna write. I’ve got some short stories to rough-draft up.
Still reading, just not feeling very hopeful that I’ll finish where I wanted to finish. Ah well, can’t win ’em all, right? (That’s a lie, you really can win them all. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, me included.)
What’d you guys do? Is this holiday season kicking your butt, or are you owning it?
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.