Thursday, March 14, 2013
Books for Breakfast is Back
Scorpion vodka drinks for dinner.
Nine months-ish left of 2013. One hundred books will be devoured, one hundred cocktails will be tossed back, and one hundred posts will be altered to a new format.
Ten word reviews on Twitter (KristinDodge) and Blogger with the option to read more. Absolutely no ebooks from Smashwords - sorry, y'all have been banned (please get editors). Notations to explain backstory on the books (free, submitted by author, friend of blogger, etc.).
Are you in? Email booksforbreakfastblog@gmail.com to pitch your book, or list recommendations in the comments.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
And, along comes real life...
Stay tuned... books are being read for future reviews. Posting to resume in February.
Thanks!
Thanks!
Monday, December 12, 2011
Ode to my 600th Post
Cunning blog, bowl
for my thoughts and musk melon,
as well as rotten plums
and filmy kiwi. I would splatter
the walls with seeds,
slippery pith and flesh alike
melding into one stinky Monet,
but at least not a page was torn.
There have been clunkers, thrown books, and those XX given uppers. Thank you for sticking through them all with me!
P.S. I have been reading like mad, so there will be a sudden plethora of reviews. Many new ones to look forward to in 2012, everyone. Are you one of them? Let me know.
for my thoughts and musk melon,
as well as rotten plums
and filmy kiwi. I would splatter
the walls with seeds,
slippery pith and flesh alike
melding into one stinky Monet,
but at least not a page was torn.
There have been clunkers, thrown books, and those XX given uppers. Thank you for sticking through them all with me!
P.S. I have been reading like mad, so there will be a sudden plethora of reviews. Many new ones to look forward to in 2012, everyone. Are you one of them? Let me know.
Friday, November 18, 2011
It's not that I'm so smart, it's just that I stay with problems longer. ~ Albert Einstein
I do this every year. Then, I am shocked and bewildered into tears when I fail... every damn year. Future Kristin, future participants, here is why NaNoWriMo may not be the best option for you.
Unless you are already writing, sitting in front of a computer or notebook for hours every day will give you the willies. You will begin talking to plants, dogs, or that fuzzy google-eyed end of your eraser. If you hate cats, you may find yourself outside talking to them, changing your voice inflection. "Hell-oh, ki-ttens." Suddenly, you have lost yourself, loving kittens, wanting to write about your newfound feeling for ki-tten rights. Then, when there are peers around, you get busted talking to plants, dogs, or that fuzzy google-eyed end of your eraser... or, the ki-ttens. There is no "method writing" excuse for us.
If you are writing, fantastic. Keep it up. You have a set schedule. You are, as I tell other writers, doing the main thing: keeping your ass in the chair. This is the hardest part of being a writer, especially when one wants to flit over to the coffee shop ("I'm a WRITER!") or a reading at a local college ("I'm a WRITER!) or just leave snarky messages about other books on BN.com or Amazon ("I'm a WRITER who goes by A1Author69!").
But, if you are writing, the email to join NaNoWriMo is like a siren's call: finish a book in a month. Dreams begin to fast-forward on the mental loop. This baby could be sold by Valentine's Day. My tour could fit with my summer sabbatical. And, the insanity begins.
What have you completed to perfection in one month's time? I figured out how to combine the ingredients for Dodge's cocoa, but I have not been able to make it perfectly since. I have written beautiful sentences that I re-read to remind me to keep writing, but there are also some clunkers to steer me toward a career in dog or ki-tten grooming.
Writing takes time. Writing takes a personal rhythm. Only you know the beat of the week, the earworm of the month. Guilt produces nothing but empty pages. Remember this.
XX. TO THE END OF THE LAND ~ David Grossman
Perhaps this is the first lyric novel, where every feeling and emotion of each character is expressed, analyzed, re-evaluated, and turned over again for moldy remnants. Or, perhaps, it is a metaphor for modern society's desire for analysis. My need to understand why I did not connect with this award-winning novel is an example.
I left it at page 186. I liked the roundness of those numbers, and I knew I cared about the characters. Just not enough to slump along with them for another 437 pages.
I left it at page 186. I liked the roundness of those numbers, and I knew I cared about the characters. Just not enough to slump along with them for another 437 pages.
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