Listening to: Lia’s “Tori no Uta”
Drinking: Coca Cola
Reading: “Lady Dangerous” by Suzanne Robinson
Watching: Kannagi
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Personally, I don’t think Lady Dangerous to be very, well, dangerous, but I guess one can’t have everything they want in a book. Or can they? Hm… … …
Failed to get the 2k down. Yep. Still sick. Sort of. I’m a bit dizzy, although I’m trying to do some writing right now, even though it’s 40 minutes past midnight. Sheesh. I’ve got to wake up in a little less 6 hours, somebody slap me.
Historical is definitely moving slower than paranormal/urban fantasy. Must be the talk and the research that goes into, practically, each sentence. It’s good, because it lets me think. It’s bad, because I stare at the word count, and go, “What? That’s it? That’s all I written in the last three hours?”
Ugh. I think the output is directly half of what I’d put out typing UF. Oh, goodie.
On the subject of reading, though, I’m a bit tired of reading Regency. It seems like the only things that are coming out lately. I’d kill to read a good post-Civil War book. Anything western, and I am all over it, with bells on. Or something to do with the Revolutionary War. Heck, anything American. I’d be the last person to say the nobility aren’t hot and sexy, but every once in a while, okay, maybe more often than once in a while, I think I want something wholesome. Something without glitter. Like caviar to minestrone. Damn. I miss me a good, plain minestrone.
Just like I miss me a good, plain old Cowboy.
Paula Cole was right when she asked, “Where have all the Cowboys gone?”
Indeed. Where have they gone?
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Yeah. Where have all the cowboys gone?