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.
This morning, I don't go to work until 10. But, of course, I still woke up at the same old time. The good news is that led me to remembering that the rent was due pretty much last night by midnight. So I scrambled out of bed, dragged on some clothes, wrote the check, and ran down to the office to drop it off. It's mildly warm outside (at least, for someone coming out of the chill of winter), and I heard one or two birds chirping even before I went out. As I was walking back home, though, I realized...there are a lot of birds chirping. Including three big fat robins who just happen to be hanging out in my yard/tree, not to mention the bluejay and mourning dove that I saw. And all the other ones I could hear but not see.
I think it's safe to say that the weather's finally getting better for real. With winter, it jagged between cold and warm enough on so many days that it wasn't until January that we really got some bad weather, and I was afraid we were going to do the same in the transition to spring. And of course, it is kind of silly to automatically assume that robins = no more snow (I probably shouldn't add that the groundhog didn't see his shadow this year, either!), but I'm always an optimist when it comes to these things, and start looking forward to the day I can wear my light jacket instead of my winter one, and eventually, no jacket at all. And nothing, to me, makes that promise of better weather than a bunch of robins hopping around outside and making all kinds of noise as I'm getting ready in the morning.
Also, it's March First. So as far as all that lion/lamb business, I'm not sure what to say. It's quite lamb-like here at the moment, sure, but by the end of the day we're supposed to be having thunderstorms. Does that mean that our "lion" quotient is thus satisfied and by the end of the month, we'll be peacefully enjoying our newer, shinier, warmer weather? One can only hope.
Today I work a previously-unscheduled short shift because one of my co-workers called off yesterday and I made some offhand comment about how I would have come in if I wasn't already working. Somehow this led to me coming in today, which, money-wise is great. Hours have sucked lately and I'm always desperate to get more this time of year. And it is the first, which means I'll get my 30% discount today instead of the regular 20, and I did have a couple of things I wanted to get. It means that, since I'm working tomorrow, the dishes and housecleaning stuff won't get done until Saturday, but I suppose I can deal with that.
The sun's coming in the living room window, which is making it somewhat difficult to see, but I wanted to open the blinds so that the cat could enjoy the birds that I know she could hear out there. So maybe I'll get off of here and watch some TV or make some breakfast or something. I really am such a morning person, and this kind of morning is one of the best.
