Brain Full, Nap Now.
I’ve been sitting here for days trying to think of some brilliantly witty first post. You know, the “hook” that all the how-to-write books insist are necessary to keep the reader coming back for more. (Though how that applies to writers like Michener I’m not sure, considering he spends the first 50+ pages of Hawaii describing how the island formed from underwater volcanoes. Yeah, I’m hooked. Sure.).
Alas, my brain is not cooperating. It’s way too stuffed to be witty at this point. But that’s my own fault–I devoured three novels this weekend, plus snacking on bits of several more, and it always takes me a few days to recover from a reading binge like that. Comes from reading until 3 or 4 a.m., and then trying to be an awake and alert mommy all day long. So, after I finish digesting what I read (and catching up on a little sleep), I’ll be writing reviews of Something Rotten (Jasper Fforde), Dies the Fire (S.M. Stirling), and Confessions of a Teen Sleuth (Chelsea Cain).