Ah, no blogging yesterday. The Real Job(tm) was amazingly hectic. I didn't even get a lunch break.
And then I managed to lose myself in a new book. Kushiel's Scion, by Jacqueline Carey. I fell in love with the original trilogy long ago, but only recently picked up this one. The newest, Kusiel's Justice, is out in hardback right now, so I'll probably wait till it hits paperback. This book habit gets expensive.
But as I find myself wandering the streets of Terre d'Ange and Tiberium, I remember why I want to write. I want to do that, I want to take people to worlds they can't get to by car or plane. I want to show them places more beautiful, and more horrible, than anything they could ever imagine on their bus ride to work. I want to make their hearts swell with love, or pound with fear. I want to drag them on the journey, sometimes singing, sometimes kicking and screaming.
Yeah. Small goals.
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3 comments:
Oh, new Kushiel...must add that to the ever growing list of things "Jenn will read when she has diploma in hand".
Why is this list getting scary long?
You do realize, don't you, that you are my one and only devoted fan, right Jenn? When I become famous, and this blog is overrun, you can say "step off, I was here first!" ;)
*snerk* I know, I mentioned to Bridget I think I'm the only one who reads this on a regular basis. I don't know, I think it's only polite, you read someones blog, you comment on it. And I do read it...mostly because I have very little else to do on the web. Sad isn't it? Well and I like seeing how your writing process works too, and seeing how things work for you.
OK, who am I kidding, I just like stalking you. When you get famous, I'll start an annoying fan sites, where people argue the petty details of your stories. They'll flame each other incessently, their highest form of argumentation being of course the deep and poignant phrase, "Well, you SUCK!"
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