Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Excuses, excuses

I know I've been pretty silent on the blog lately. I have excuses. I do. I've been...busy. Well, I've been writing. That's my job, after all. It's also November, which means

*Birthdays: three within 10 days of each other in my family. Fun, but exhausting. And expensive. Who decided that all the birthdays should be the month before Christmas? Was that my fault? Somebody needs to do some explaining. Sidenote: I got a camera for my birthday. When I figure out how to work it, maybe I'll start posting photos once in awhile.

*A race: my first trialthon. Yes, I lived through it. Didn't quite freeze to death (the weather decided to be unseasonably beautiful). Didn't win. Ha, ha. Ha. Ha. I even had fun. My sister-in-law actually did win. Congrats, Sara! (She wins so often it's not even exciting for her anymore. I, on the other hand, was excited just to finish). I might even do another. I have yet to attempt an open-water swim, which gives me panic attacks to imagine. Here's me (#244) at the Telos Turkey Tri, pretending I'm not cold:

Who do you think has bigger muscles? Me or that guy in red just behind my shoulder? Hmmm.

*Reading: not that this is a uniquely November thing for me to do. But it's cold outside. It snowed this week. And I love to read, almost as much as I love to write. Maybe more. I can never decide. I can think of nothing better to do when it's cold than read. Just read three great books in a row and started three more (yes, I'm ADD, always reading several things at once). Thanks, Jamie, for loaning me Diana Wynne Jones's Howl's Moving Castle. How could I not have read anything by this author before? The book isn't much like the movie, if you've seen that, which is bizarre and creative steam punk (thanks for teaching me that vocabulary word Laura), but pretty much a different story altogether. The book is not steam punk, in case you wondered. It's just delightful.

*Writing: In honor of NaNoWriMo (National Novel-Writing Month), I've set a goal to finish my current work-in-progress (WIP) revisions by the end of November. Which means the story's on my mind a lot. I fall asleep every night to scenes from my book. I don't have much brain space left for blog posts.

I'll get back to regular blogging soon. I think.

Until then, I bid you all to curl up with a book while the snow comes down. Except Adri in Brazil, where there is none. You should bring a book to the beach. Read like the wind! Write like the wind! Especially all you die-hard NaNoWriMos. Woo hoo! Write that novel!

Hmm. I think I just used my monthly quota of exclamation points.

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