Oh yeah… This thing… Better all-kinds-a late than never or something…
So, work is trying to run me into the ground and has been somewhat successful. This is the first time I've had a chance to blog in about two weeks. I've tried before but I literally couldn't keep my eyes open long enough. I started this post yesterday but was interrupted by my nephew urgently needing to explain the history of Spiderman as understood by a three year old.
So January was exhausting for a host of reasons. I usually get a lot of reading done when I feel overwhelmed with other things. When overwhelmed I don't have as much free time; I usually apply the time I have to reading. That has still held true for me. I did a TON of read in January, however most of it didn't come by way of published books.
I read seven novels for people in my writers' group. I offered substantial feed back for two of them. This was fun in a way, yet very very time consuming. Only two of those books were really really good, and I hope that in short time they will be available for all to read, the rest needed a bit more work, but I still enjoyed the process and effort in my attempt to help. If nothing else, I damn well best be on Santa's "Good" list come December.
In terms of published books, I finished some stuff from last year; read a handful of poems from a handful of collections; and knocked out the majority of The Name of the Rose. Much to say on that book soon…
So yeah… not much to report. A lot of reading that I can't really count towards my year-end book tally but I'm okay with that.
An aside: Atlanta doesn't do snow very well.