Ahoy!
Since it's finally 'hit the presses,' so to speak, I'd like to present to you The Very Well-Linked Story, courtesy of Rob at cockeyed.com and myself as about one of 500-some others who contributed links to the story. I thought the idea was terribly interesting and signed up to contribute right away. So go forth and click, ye of my tiny, possibly non-existent reader base!
If, by chance, you are arriving from said very well-linked story, I congratulate you for your discriminating choice of words and welcome you to my little world. I'm just now getting back in the hang of writing after having my soul sucked out by working retail at Christmas time for the second year in the row, but things are moving along.
This morning I woke up from my dreams with the fragmented beginnings of what might actually be a story that I can write floating around in my head. I hit the sleep button a couple of times while I was trying to distill what was floating around into something that I could get up and hold in my mind until I could get it back out on paper (or, shall I say, into Notepad). Dreams have that crazy quality of not usually being quite tangible enough to keep from the moment I rise off the pillows, but I think I managed most of it this time. With luck, I'll be embarking on that project in the near future.
As for more personal details, there isn't a whole lot to say. I'm a former (and, with luck, future) student who happens to be toiling in a retail establishment that purveys the printed word. As I like to say--a bookwench. One of the few perks of my job (along with the marvelous forced talent of being on my feet for eight hours at a time several days a week) is that I can check out pretty much any book at work for free, read it, return it, and take another one, just as often as I can finish one and find another. Lately, this means that my average books-per-week is around four or five, though I've been dreadfully lax about tracking them on here since I got things started again last month. For example:
I have to say that Odd Thomas, the first novel, was my personal favorite, and I think the best of the three. Aside from the fact that it took me probably two or three times as long to read it as the other two combined (and despite the fact that it's not all that considerably thicker), the plot was much more rich, more complex, and more interesting. The premise of a character already in a long-standing stable relationship without romantic angst was refreshing, and I loved being introduced to the cast of characters, both main and supporting. Neither of those situations were so pervasive throughout the second novels, but unless things really take a turn for the worse if there are more stories, I'll definitely read again.
By now (if anyone's still reading), I'm sure it's evident why I selected 'words' as my representation on the well-linked story. I'm full of them, to be sure, but I also surround myself with them at most every opportunity. So cheers to both old and new readers, and stay tuned for more of the same and a little bit more.
