Since I, like many other fledgling writers, find myself irresistibly drawn every November to take on an overly ambitious writing project (NaNoWriMo), I am taking the month off from blogging. I didn't plan to, but I find blogging and writing a novel at the same time is a teensy bit too much work.
Back, therefore, in a couple weeks. Happy November, everyone!
Showing posts with label meta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meta. Show all posts
Monday, November 12, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Miscellany
Sexing the Cherry (Jeanette Winterson)
1998 :: Grove Press :: 192pp. :: $12.00
My latest read, and I don't think I understood it well enough to review it properly. It involves a very fat woman who may not actually be fat so much as she has memories of being so, and her son Jordan. They live in like the 16th century, have lots of sex, and alternate narrating. I don't know, I really didn't pay enough attention to the first few pages, and then I was in the middle of a book that was way too confusing for me to follow while trying to read standing up at the cafe where I work part-time. I decided to just enjoy the language and images so far as I could, and certainly Jeanette Winterson, who I believe is known for her queer fiction (I read her Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit for a Literature & Gender class a couple years ago, a lesbian coming-of-age novel -- forgive the pat labels, I'm trying to be brief -- that I very much enjoyed), can come up with weirder sexual imagery than anyone I can think of.
Also, I found this deleted scene, which I'd never seen, from season 8 of ER that reminded me of my intense love for the show, and for Alex Kingston's challenging, complicated portrayal of strong-willed surgeon Elizabeth Corday.
Thirdly, The Critical Lass just had its 1,000th visitor. Cool.
Now I need to go do math problems, so all the shiny pretty TV (Brothers & Sisters, Chuck, Reaper, House) will have to wait till tomorrow.
1998 :: Grove Press :: 192pp. :: $12.00
My latest read, and I don't think I understood it well enough to review it properly. It involves a very fat woman who may not actually be fat so much as she has memories of being so, and her son Jordan. They live in like the 16th century, have lots of sex, and alternate narrating. I don't know, I really didn't pay enough attention to the first few pages, and then I was in the middle of a book that was way too confusing for me to follow while trying to read standing up at the cafe where I work part-time. I decided to just enjoy the language and images so far as I could, and certainly Jeanette Winterson, who I believe is known for her queer fiction (I read her Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit for a Literature & Gender class a couple years ago, a lesbian coming-of-age novel -- forgive the pat labels, I'm trying to be brief -- that I very much enjoyed), can come up with weirder sexual imagery than anyone I can think of.
Also, I found this deleted scene, which I'd never seen, from season 8 of ER that reminded me of my intense love for the show, and for Alex Kingston's challenging, complicated portrayal of strong-willed surgeon Elizabeth Corday.
Thirdly, The Critical Lass just had its 1,000th visitor. Cool.
Now I need to go do math problems, so all the shiny pretty TV (Brothers & Sisters, Chuck, Reaper, House) will have to wait till tomorrow.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Another Vacation
That's right. This time it's off to lovely remote Maine, where I expect to take real time off from internet, till a week from today.
Someday I want to have a little cottage in Maine where I can curl up in a thick sweater and write novels that carry the smell of ocean water.
Someday I want to have a little cottage in Maine where I can curl up in a thick sweater and write novels that carry the smell of ocean water.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Ahem: A Throat-Clearing Post
Every year, I make a New Year's resolution to read a book every week. I tend to read two to three a month, distracted by my deep need for constant TV and movie fixes, and then catch up during vacation months.
The point of that little story is, media saturation is awesome. The most enjoyable part, though, is overanalyzing and complaining about it later. We all know in our hearts we could have written a better third season to Veronica Mars. So I'll be posting critiques of movies and books as I watch and read them, which happens with not inconsiderable frequency. I'll probably be mean. That's more fun.
The point of that little story is, media saturation is awesome. The most enjoyable part, though, is overanalyzing and complaining about it later. We all know in our hearts we could have written a better third season to Veronica Mars. So I'll be posting critiques of movies and books as I watch and read them, which happens with not inconsiderable frequency. I'll probably be mean. That's more fun.
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