Still in the process of moving, of course. Good news though-- internet will be up and running on the 12th, so I won't be deprived for all that long. I really really really hate moving. You never notice just how much crap you have until you have to sift through every single piece and decide: take or toss? It's exhausting. I hope I won't be doing it again for a long time!
That being said, it's kind of refreshing. It's like shedding your skin or something. You get to start anew, all fresh and clean.
In writing news, I'm getting excited about working on The Temper. It went up for critique this week on Critique Circle (you can find a link to my profile in the sidebar, if you'd like to read whole first chapters of some of my projects!) and so far the results have been so good! I've only gotten two critiques thus far, but both were raves. One even said he felt bad about critiquing/getting a credit because he was basically just reading and enjoying. I have no problems with that, the good critiques put a huge grin on my face!
I've been reading a lot lately too, chipping away at my gigantic TBR pile. I read Wings (it was good, definitely an interesting take on faerie mythology), Liar (Really good, though rather confusing. I didn't want to believe any of Micah's lies, but by the end, I didn't know what the lies were! I do have some theories which I'll write up at some point), and The Secret Year (which was good, but some of the secondary characters and secondary plots were kind of meh. It only took me 2 hours to read at 192 pages, but it felt like the story could have been cut down even more).
Speaking of books, here's a picture of my (organization-in-progress) bookshelf!
Oh, and I have a question. More of a general wondering. I was thinking about naming the breakfast cereal in my superhero story Heerios. Is that funny? Do you even get it? Is it just too ridiculous? I thought it up at 3 AM, so it's very possible it's not witty nor funny at all. My boyfriend says it's not funny, though that may be because I woke him up at 3 AM to tell him. If the context makes any difference, here's the paragraph:
When Connor woke Monday morning he already felt drained, despite going to bed at the very modest hour of nine o'clock the night before. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then with a sigh that quickly turned into a groan, he dragged himself from bed. After inhaling two bowls of Heerios (the breakfast of heroes), washing last night's dishes, flipping through the newspaper for any interesting stories (there were none), and even making his bed, he couldn't put it off any longer-- he had to get ready for his first day as a sidekick.
Also, I have a whole pile of books I want to get rid of-- mostly really crap books like Buffy the Vampire Slayer fiction (yes, really), and trashy romance novels (not really re-readable), and just books I don't want anymore. I couldn't bear to throw them away, and the library wouldn't want them-- would anyone be interested in a Box Of Embarrassing Books Giveaway? Let me know!