Almost a week

Wow, I almost stopped posting again, but I remembered!

It's been a busy week in Bunnytown, on Monday I hung out with my friend Tori, but I forgot to give her the cape I made for her son. Boo, and we went to a new bar in my neighborhood, which was entirely too expensive for the bad drinks they were serving, so, then we walked across the street to paseos, and had fancy Mexican food, and margaritas, and it was better. I was then hung over the next day. So sad.

Tuesday, I went to Costco, and a quilt store in the morning with Cole, and in the evening I watched my very first live google hangout, for a book group I follow on the interwebs. It was interesting, I am fascinated with all the cool new media that keeps cropping up, and I want to do something fun and cool with it, but I have no ideas. Boo.

Wednesday, I bussed down to Tacoma to look at Christina's fabric scraps, I meant to also schedule a massage for a spa I have a gift certificate for, but... I didn't. Then I was going to catch a bus downtown by the spa so I could schedule one, but we went to goodwill by the pound, and meet up with Cole there, and I bought too much stuff. So, then I figured I would take the offered ride with all my crap, but because Cole came later, and I hadn't eaten a big lunch the next thing I know it's 430, before we head back, and I have a headache, and I'm cranky. So... That was good, and a bit annoying.

Thursday, I met up with Christina and Erika at the yarn shop for a little in store knitting, so much easier to organize, if its at someone else's shop, and if no one shows up, I'm just knitting with Betty. I worked on my clapotis.

Friday I met up with Lauren, and we knitted in Ballard, after she bought some knitting needles at the Joann's craft store. I did not buy anything. Which is sort if amazing. And Friday evening I went to the book launch of mongoliad 3, it was at the sci fi museum half of EMP, and it was a little interesting, a bunch of authors I have heard about were there, (ok two) but, I hadn't heard of the book, or project before, and then when I looked it up, it didn't seem very interesting, and a little bit more of let's have a giant book where nothing happens, three times, but there was free popcorn, and something to listen too while I knit. There is always free beer and wine at these things, but... I have cut myself off a bit... That margarita was strong.

I also learned a new word... which describes my apartment at the moment... Craftermath, which is the aftermath of crafting. It's scary in here!

New books

If there is a theme for this year so far it's an inability to complete anything. I have not finished a single knitting project, and I have started four additional projects.

This may have tried to creep into my reading.

This year I am trying to read at least a book a week, and I am trying to mix more fiction in as well, as is always the case as soon as I read one thing, I have five more books I must read next, displacing the four I didn't pick from the time before that, it's vicious, but ... I want to try and keep up with myself.

But at this minute, I have two hours left of an audio book of Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling, and two hours left of Bridge of Birds on kindle, when a library book became available Lone Survivors, about how homosapiens became the only humans, and how we know it. And I want to drop everything to read it, never mind it's going to push Emigrating From Earth, back to standby status.

Plus I got the next assignment for the S&L book group, Downbelow Station, and the next title for VF BG will be revealed on Tuesday!

Arrrrrgh!

Christmas et al.

So, my Christmas was very nice, stockings and a gift certificate for amazon, which I have already spent.

Exchanged emails with the step father, and it was a misunderstanding, he is tired and under stress, I feel for him.

I've been totally dragging my feet on cleaning/reorganizing my room, how much procrastinating can a girl do? A lot.

I am on a "break from doing it right now.

It has to be done by Monday, since Christina is coming over to help me clean some walls and paint one wall, lavender.

I read The Name Of The Wind, and Wise Man's Fear, oh which there was a recent big fuss, and I have a few things to say, one, the world is pretty great, and the first book is very interesting. The second book was more of the same, and at a 1000 pages it was a bit tedious. You learned nothing new about the main character, but his bad traits become more glaring. This character lies all the time, I'm not sure he has told the truth to another character more than three time total, although now that I think about it, maybe only once. Now, I'm going to read the third novel, when it comes out, if it is the final novel, if it miraculously becomes a quartet, I will read the spoilers on good reads and wait for the final novel. That being said, when the novel that I thought would never be over was over, I missed it. And I've been thinking about that.

I have thought about writing, and bad novels make me want to write more and good novels, like I'm am inspired by bad-ish art. And I have run into this sort of problem before in a novel I liked, but then didn't like or got bored with the sequels. These are writers who sit down and let the words flow, with out a specific destination, or they know where they are going, but nothing in between and they are enamored of their world. It's a problem I have when I think of a character and a world, I just want to let the character wander around in that world, but now I see I'm going to have to work on a path, since I don't want to be like those authors.

Well that's about it.

Happy new year