As someone who suffers from both reader depression and depression depression (sometimes together, sometimes separately) the difference between the two can seem acute. Reader depression really only affects my reader life. Depression, in the original sense of the word, affects every aspect of my life, including my reader life.
Continue reading “Reader Depression” →
I was last on here caroling my new beginnings in my reading life and with making goals and plans. What should be surprising to absolutely no one, is that my well-meant intentions faced against some harsh realities – time, my propensity to procrastinate, and my unerring tendency to embody “out of sight, out of mind”.
Continue reading “When Your Plans Go Awry” →
Last night I made a stop at one of my favorite places in the world: the library. Did I need to check out more books? Absolutely not. I already had a bagful out, but I couldn’t help myself, upon returning some books, to beeline toward the shelves and pick up a few more.
Continue reading “The Library Haul With Intent” →
Productivity can be a struggle. When I think of ways I want to be productive – or should be – my brain freezes to a halt. Not only am I frozen by all the possible productive things I could be doing, I’m frozen in confusion as to what productive things I could be doing to achieve my goals. And today, it hit me.
Continue reading “The Brain Freeze” →
The dreaded reading slump could be said to be the reader’s bane. That dastardly pit of confusion or lack of reader energy, when your TBR pile seems like a metaphorical tower built to honor your procrastination or lack of motivation, instead of the tower of fun it should.
Continue reading “The Reader’s Bane” →
Marriage is a huge change in a person’s life. In reality, and in fiction. When two characters tie the knot, the possibilities of what can come out of that union are endless. When it doesn’t work, or fit into your narrative, a marriage could ruin your series or novel.
Continue reading “When Your Character Walks Down The Aisle” →
In my last Bookish Ramble I mentioned I would write about the lack of female friendships in urban fantasy.
Continue reading “Werewolves, Vampires, and Ghosts, But No Female Friendships” →
One of the things I love about writing and books are all of the cool little knick-knacks created around these two things. From cute bookmarks to mini Bluetooth keyboards, the choices can be endless.
Continue reading “Choosing Your Writing Instruments” →
Reading Dead Until Dark again was an experience. I think I was 19 or so when I first read the series – after giving up on the show when the plot got lost under all that vampire sex – and now, at 33, I wanted to re-visit it again.
Continue reading “Marble Men and Waitresses With a Deathwish” →
This happens every single time, but every single time I can’t see it coming. The spiral downward in times of change.
Continue reading “My Excuse is a Spiral” →
glimpses here and there