Sometimes this blog doesn’t know what it wants to be when it grows up.
I like blogs about writing and about people who are interesting. So, I think, I should write about writing, and I should try to be interesting. And then I write about random other stuff instead and it’s always kind of a muddle. Today especially.
So here are some numbers for you because I can’t seem to find any words:
396: pages in Book 2 of the MATCHED series (very, very drafty pages)
200+: times I’ve listened to Till The Sun Turns Black and Empty by Ray LaMontagne. And I still get teary every time. The man is a genius. That voice. Those lyrics. The melodies, so understated and unbelievable. I couldn’t have written this manuscript without these songs in my mind.
6: hours a week that I go to the library to write (I just started doing that this month thanks to my very wonderful cousin who watches the kids and it has ROCKED MY WORLD)
1: classes I taught at WIFYR last week
100%: how much I enjoyed it
2: terrible reviews of my previous books that I read OUT LOUD in aforementioned class
2: cute boys enrolled in soccer
1: cute boy who is very mad that he is NOT enrolled in soccer, but he’s too little
11.5: loads of laundry done last week (the .5 is the load that is sitting in the washer waiting to get in the dryer)
4: more days until I leave for ALA in Washington, D.C. (very excited!)
323: followers of this blog–big thanks to all of you.