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”.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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In my last Bookish Ramble I mentioned I would write about the lack of female friendships in urban fantasy.
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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.
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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.
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glimpses here and there