I'm writing fifteen minutes per day. This is a paltry, sad sum of time. But bit by bit, I'm building a structure for my shy characters to bumble around in.
My eight-year-old and I had a long discussion about naming characters. He prefers basing names on mythology; I should probably listen to him more because he's finished four full-length novels and I've only finished, erm, one. All of my characters are named except the heroine. I've looked up Celtic names, old Testament names, Dr. Seuss names. She remains ? in my ms.
So, between "working for the man" and writing a bit, I don't read like I did last year. I miss it. I miss gorging myself on 5 books a week. I miss the exhaustion of tossing another mildewy tome into my to-return pile. But I love my job. I love the constant challenges. And I love the lunacy. I get to write 8+ hours per day. And I never have trouble coming up with ideas like names.
Books for Breakfast will be on a brief hiatus -- I'm going to Phoenix, books in tow. Titles are not as highbrow, either. Forgive me, but I need a vacation, and besides these "fun" reads there are several chocolate martinis awaiting me.