Burn Before Reading

Hi Writers,

Yall read a lot. I, on the other hand, spend hours in the book store, buy lots of books, and read them entirely too slowly.

I'm currently reading Until I Find You, by John Irving. I will soon be out of Irving books to read and this makes me have a sad face, but not sad enough to type a sad face. So I've still got my dignity. Most people often extol the virtues of A Prayer for Owen Meaney, but I'm much more a Cider-House-Rules kind of guy (though the subsequent movie makes me throw up in my mouth). (Okay, there goes my dignity.) :(

Our blog, sparse as it often is, needs more pictures. As such, and in no part due to any laziness within myself, I am going to pop in a picture of one of my "To Read" stacks instead of typing. My laziness is only a coinicidence.

On the writing front, I am inactively working on two different pieces of fiction. In one, there is a pregnant woman. I've now written scenes wherein the character miscarries, where the baby is born and the mother dies, and where the baby born and the mother lives. You can imagine how this will be confusing for any potential readers.

For that reason, I have registered for a creative writing class at Boston Adult Ed. Though I often mistrust strangers on principle, I've decided to surround myself with ones that want to write and see what happens. Hopefully magic.