Reading for fun

I’ve been on a Janet Evanovich kick lately.

It started when I listened to the audiobook for Twelve Sharp (Stephanie Plum, No. 12)
on the trip to Oregon a couple of weeks ago. Then I powered my way through Fearless Fourteen (Stephanie Plum, No. 14), listening to the audiobook in the car and reading my paperback at home.

(Yes, I know I skipped Lean Mean Thirteen (Stephanie Plum, No. 13), but I’d listened to that audiobook a while ago, and I really wanted to get on to Fearless Fourteen.)

I bought Finger Lickin’ Fifteen (Stephanie Plum Novels) when I was in Oregon, and I’m about a third of the way through the book, thanks to a thunderstorm last night that kept me off the computer and out on our covered deck enjoying a cool breeze.

I enjoy the heck out of Stephanie Plum, her odd relations, co-workers, and friends, not to mention the guys in her life. I read a lot to study craft – story structure, plotting, characterization – and thanks to Janet Evanovich (and my recently discovered find Anne George) I’ve included studying humor on my craft list. It helps when I think my humor’s gone too far over the top in my stories to remember that my over the top isn’t nearly as over the top as it could be, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Reading – and writing – for fun is just plain fun.

it never fails

We put out the deck furniture, put the canvas cover on the gazebo, get ready for a little outdoor living, and… it’s the Attack of Mother Nature.

Usually, given that this is Nevada and the seasons go from winter to summer with maybe a couple of days, here and there, of something vaguely resembling spring, we get the outdoor furniture out, and next thing we know, we have the first heat wave of the season. This year? Not so much.




Cool weather.

Even more rain.

You get the picture.

Enter yours truly, bound and determined to enjoy her deck. Armed with a good book, my iPod, a diet Pepsi (caffeine free), and a coat, I braved the cloudy, breezy, thunderstormy late afternoon to enjoy my favorite deck chair and the newly installed fountain.

An hour later, I fortified myself with a blanket.

When I couldn’t feel my nose, I finally gave up and came inside. Still, it was a good afternoon. I enjoyed the heck out of my book, the music, the rumbling clouds and the tumbling water.

What I’m reading: Murder on a Girls’ Night Out by Anne George, a new to me author introduced to me by Chris York.

Twittering ‘n stuff

I’m on Twitter now — A new adventure. *g*

This has been a more reading than writing week for me. My experiment with listening/reading a book went so well with Duma Key that I did the same thing with Dean Koontz’s The Darkest Evening of the Year. I’m now listening to/reading Robert B. Parker’s Spare Change.

Only problem with that is I’ve been so engrossed in reading, I have a bit of writing to do tonight and tomorrow to keep my writing streak alive. The streak currently stands at 12 plus weeks of at least 3,500 new words of fiction per week. So yes, tomorrow will be busy.