After finishing my rewrite, I swore I’d take some time before jumping headfirst into another project. I lied, of course, because writing is how I handle stress and anxiety and I’ve felt a bit like the Acme Anvil has been looming over my head for the last couple weeks, but at least I have 12,000 words of new stuff. Good stuff, even! I’m happy with where this manuscript is going. I foresee good things for it. I’ll put a small sample on the My Work page so folks can check it out if’n they’re interested.
Besides doing the writing thing, I’ve been catching up on some much missed reading, too. For starters, I got down with Gail Carriger’s Soulless (finally) and was — for the most part — utterly delighted by it. It’s a Victorian paranormal romance with steampunk elements thrown in for fun. The characters are a blast, especially the main character and her love interest, and the story is solid and engaging. If I had to come up with a criticism for it, it’d be that it tries too hard to sound English. The English don’t sound that English for Christ’s sake, but as Lauren pointed out, that may have been done on purpose. It could have been a bit of tongue-in-cheek humor. When it’s framed that way, I can overlook it and say I’m eager to read the follow-ups. I shall do so as soon as I finish Kady Cross’s The Girl in the Steel Corset and Kate Locke’s (also Kady Cross) God Save the Queen.
Last night, friends and I finally sat down and watched The Hunger Games, and while the dudes didn’t care for it much, I certainly liked it. I know, I know – that whole Battle Royale thing, but I do think THG has its own merits and should be taken as an independent work. Yes, that’s a change in tune from my original take, and yes I have some egg on my face for admitting that out loud, but after reading the book (which was good, even if I’m not a fan of present-tense in general) and seeing the flick, I think Collins made her OWN story. It wasn’t completely derivative. Throwing a bunch of murderous teenagers in the arena isn’t really a singular idea, you know? (Also, I take back the “THERE’S NO WAY WOODY HARRELSON CAN PLAY HAYMITCH” thing. I was, uhh, wrong about that as well. He was one of the best parts of the movie.)
What else? Oh, right. Another one of these has popped up, and I gotta give this dude some credit for singing this entire song with that voice:
Sadly, all of the Call Me, Maybe parodies means I have the worst mishmash of lyrics in my head whenever the melody lodges itself in my brain. Not cool, that.
Not much else to report on right now except that my Old Baby turns nine today, so happy birfday Miss Deedles. We love you!