Heh, now I remember why I haven't been reading. Once I get going, that's all I do.
Okay, mostly all I do. I did get some critting done yesterday and I also got some good words out this morning, but other than that, nada. I haven't posted, I haven't finished the critting I said I was going to do today. I blame the writers. The stories were too damn good for me to put down.
Thursday night was Jen Lyon's fault. Friday Wendy Roberts took the blame. Of course, I know better with Allison Brennan's books. She was certain to wipe out my Saturday, but I didn't expect Shannon Butcher to keep me on the couch for most of today. Evil women... all of them. For shame, for shame. And you know something? I started Ms. Butcher's book instead of my new Rachel Vincent because I thought I was safer that way. I was sure I could put the damn book down for a couple hours here and there. But Noooooo. =op
Okay, now that I finished another book, I really should get something accomplished tonight. I have part of a chapter sitting next to me that I didn't finish writing this morning because my hands were tired. Tired? Waaa. Stupid fingers. If only I'd kept writing, I wouldn't have gotten pulled into reading all day.
(And just in case you were concerned that I was serious about calling any of those fine women 'evil', I'm not. I love them all, even if I don't know them. Keep writing the way you do, ladies, I'll figure out how to exist and read at the same time. Maybe. One of these days. :wink:)