I like hash tags, okay? I don’t even mind if you overuse them. Some people do. Some people take offense at it (I don’t know why) but I don’t care.
I finished the 0.5 draft of my book, you guys. The Fire Within is now complete. Alright, amendment, the 0.5 draft of The Fire Within is now complete. I’m still working on the 1.0 draft but it’s no longer a work of almost unbearable pain.
I can also read because now I can have other peoples’ stories in my head without my story feeling cramped.
I was in a frenzy while trying to complete the first draft. Barely sleeping, eating, breathing, being. I just wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote some more. It was not a pleasant experience but you know, writing is never easy. Maybe it is for some people but for me, writing is the most difficult part of the entire process. I can edit happily and continuously but writing? Argh. Even though that’s all I want to do with my life, just doing it is probably the most painful thing I willingly put myself through.
Anyway, so the 0.5 draft is over and now I can read and this is what I’m reading:
A Short History of Fantasy by Farah Mendlesohn and Edward James
My friend Teng got me this for my birthday at my request. I had the chance to meet Farah who is my friend Christopher’s dissertation supervisor in his PhD program in England when she came to Canada but as I had neither the funds nor the health to make it, sadly I didn’t. However, my friends who did go to her event impressed upon me how wonderful her speech was and persuaded me to read her book. While the one that is more interesting is her theory text, I thought I’d start with this one as I have a certain interest in fantasy and it would behoove me to know what exactly or where exactly the tradition comes from. And quite honestly, I find the rhetoric a bit dry at the moment though I am hoping it will pick up once we’re done finding out about all the details and dates. Still, the chapters are short and the pace brisk; the writers do not linger upon topics exhaustively so I am optimistic.
Underground: The Tokyo Gas Attack and the Japanese Psyche by Haruki Murakami
Before I started reading this book, I read some reviews and almost all of them scoffed at what they perceived as Murakami’s attempt at serious journalism. I don’t see why. I mean, have you seen what currently constitutes for “journalism” these days? *rolls eyes* I was pleasantly surprised when I started reading this book and definitely think that people should give this book a try before following the reviews. The book is a collection of interviews Murakami conducted with more than sixty of the sarin attack victims. It’s a harrowing exploration of the effects on lives and bodies of people who were simply trying to get from one place to another. I find it fascinating who many different ways different people can remember and experience the same event. I’m only a 100 pages in and appreciating the book.
bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward
Poetry! This collection is piercing, sexy, and fierce. I love it so I’m reading it slowly because it is only 136 pages long and I will run out quickly if I read quickly. #ReaderProblems
The Bear and the Nightingale by Katharine Arden
Ah, this book I’m going to love. It’s one of those fairytales that catch you unaware.