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May. 28th, 2014 09:54 am( Gaeilge )
Fucking Irish adjectives argh. They're pretty much a case by case basis at this point.
I really need to check in today, I think. Or at least take 30 or so to get my head screwed on straight, I'm getting snappish for no apparent reason and it's starting to get me a bit bonkers. Plus, on a more concrete level, my morning schedule could use tweaking on account of I'm invariably distracted and hungry by the time I start exercises.
Wednesday Reads, though! It's been a while since I did that. I did finish Skin Game yesterday, despite taking longer than I expected to plow through it. This of course means I got nothing else done, despite actually wanting to get some writing done oops. No, I knew that was going to happen when I saw it had been released. I enjoyed it! I think it was actually lighter than previous books, despite involving some of the heavy evils; I think the overall tone was one of learning things and growth and more hope. Which may be a bad thing considering we're heading on towards the finish. Oops.
I did not actually finish any of my Apocalypse/Apocrypha books and now I have to take them back to the library. Goddammit. Well, I'll check them out next week maybe and try again. Maybe check them out fewer at a time so it feels less overwhelming.
And now I get to start on The Honest Courtesan, which I got for my birthday (yay Anna!) and which will indulge my courtesanly needs for a bit. Plus it's not something I need to devour before the spoilers kill me, which means I can read that and get some writing done today. And then maybe rewatch Dangerous Beauty yet again on Thursday or over the weekend because reasons. And role models. And so on.
Speaking of role models, what Maya Angelou noooooo. It had to happen sometime but nooooo. I has a sad. I remember reading her book I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings when I was... probably too young to appreciate it. But it was on the shelf when I was a kid at home, maybe nine or ten, and I knew it was important to Mommy, so I read it. Thus began a one-sided lifelong love affair.
Fucking Irish adjectives argh. They're pretty much a case by case basis at this point.
I really need to check in today, I think. Or at least take 30 or so to get my head screwed on straight, I'm getting snappish for no apparent reason and it's starting to get me a bit bonkers. Plus, on a more concrete level, my morning schedule could use tweaking on account of I'm invariably distracted and hungry by the time I start exercises.
Wednesday Reads, though! It's been a while since I did that. I did finish Skin Game yesterday, despite taking longer than I expected to plow through it. This of course means I got nothing else done, despite actually wanting to get some writing done oops. No, I knew that was going to happen when I saw it had been released. I enjoyed it! I think it was actually lighter than previous books, despite involving some of the heavy evils; I think the overall tone was one of learning things and growth and more hope. Which may be a bad thing considering we're heading on towards the finish. Oops.
I did not actually finish any of my Apocalypse/Apocrypha books and now I have to take them back to the library. Goddammit. Well, I'll check them out next week maybe and try again. Maybe check them out fewer at a time so it feels less overwhelming.
And now I get to start on The Honest Courtesan, which I got for my birthday (yay Anna!) and which will indulge my courtesanly needs for a bit. Plus it's not something I need to devour before the spoilers kill me, which means I can read that and get some writing done today. And then maybe rewatch Dangerous Beauty yet again on Thursday or over the weekend because reasons. And role models. And so on.
Speaking of role models, what Maya Angelou noooooo. It had to happen sometime but nooooo. I has a sad. I remember reading her book I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings when I was... probably too young to appreciate it. But it was on the shelf when I was a kid at home, maybe nine or ten, and I knew it was important to Mommy, so I read it. Thus began a one-sided lifelong love affair.