2010. twenty ten. Occasionally I am still writing 2008 on my cheques.
Happy New year everyone! Hope the holidays were great! When I was growing up, my parents told me that every day of the year is a new year (same went for birthdays as well – you can imagine how that went over), and so I am wishing you a year of days that are new, exciting, stimulating, constructive, and filled with health, peace, contentment – the adjectives can go and on and on but I will stop before all you writers cringe in pain!
I had thought to work on a short, revise, finish, and begin sending out about now. Instead, I got grabbed by the holiday world wind and that was that. Beginning to breathe, slow down, and thinking about the next steps. unfortunately I have begun creating in the middle of the night again, always a sign that I need to get back to work asap, sick kids or not!
When I was not cooking, eating, cleaning, entertaining, or having a play date in the last while, I managed to knit my daughter a hat (yay!! I will try to post a photo later in the day for those of you interested. When Kayla wrote about a scarf she had knitted on a road trip and I was longing for a picture ).
I took the photo this morning. It looses a lot in the photo, especially the colour, but my 3 year old is happy. Now, it just has to be lined with fleece.
And, I read two books.
Has anyone read this book? I almost wish I was part of a book club to discuss this book. I adore Time Traveler’s Wife, and cannot bring myself to share my thoughts on this novel here on my blog without biting my tongue. Suffice it to say, that after a rocky beginning of awkward pov switches and bizarre almost clichéd characters I was engrossed, untill I reached the end and was unsatisfied. This was one of those were I re-wrote the ending in my head. Hmmm, don’t think I bit quite hard enough.
Set in NY in the early 1900s in the Jewish ghetto. Sad tale, heart wrenching at times, and I was shocked this book was YA, 12 and up it states on the inside flap. The hardship and loss it deals with seem too strong for kids. I was trying to imagine myself at that age reading it, and knew it would have gripped me, but in a different way. Somehow, when I was that young tragedy was still romantic.
Anyway, those are my literary endeavors during the holidays. I have new novel ideas brewing, yet do not want to begin writing quite yet as I wish to focus on editing. As for the reading, Outlander, and The Road. Odd combination, but somehow works.
How about you? Updates? I look forward to catching up on all your blogs!!