Friday, July 24, 2015

Random Rantings: On Authorial Narcissism, Terry Goodkind, and Things You Just Shouldn't Say Ever

Soooo, yeah, I realize that I haven't posted much in a while, and that I'm long overdue for both a new book review. I know that I've made and broken this promise before, but I can assure you that there will be one by next week. Somehow, I will make it happen. I do honestly feel bad for being such an inactive blogger this summer, but perhaps my inactivity has as much to do with resenting my decision to do "self-pub summer" and challenge myself to read one book per week as it does with actually being very busy outside of blogging. I've been stuck on the same book for many weeks longer than I should have been, and find it hard not to shift a good portion of the blame onto my extreme disappointment with it. Going in I thought it was going to be great, and at first it was a welcome relief after Blood Price, but even though it's not super terrible I'm finding it terribly difficult to soldier on through my disappointment and finish the damn thing. I don't know, maybe I'm just complaining for complaining's sake. But this is a rant, after all, so isn't the point to complain?

Suuuure you do. I know you all secretly love to hear me complain. 

But the point of this mini-rant isn't to moan about the fact that I haven't been doing any worthwhile reading or writing lately. No, I'm writing this rant to bitch about Terry Mothereffin' Goodkind and others of his ilk. What do I mean by that, you ask? Well, the point of this rant is a bit murky, but basically it boils down to authors behaving badly.

(WARNING: Extreme snarkiness and bad language ahead, although you should probably expect that from me by now.)

Friday, July 10, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday #7! Plus Other Stuff

Fear not, friends! I have returned from yet another unscheduled hiatus. It seems like these days I've being taking more of these than I've spent time writing. It's not exactly something I'm proud of, but honestly I'm doing the best I can while working two summer jobs. Well, I'm probably not doing the very best I can, but it's not as if I'm not trying at all. It's just so tempting to just sit around and be lazy when I'm not working simply because I can afford to be in those precious spare moments. But I guess being a writer is all about making the time to, you know, actually write something. And honestly, I do tend to feel happier with myself after I've taken the time to write something, whereas I only ever moan and complain when I spend my day (or night) off doing nothing but reading yet another Grey chapter recap--which, for the record, I will NOT be reading, ever--or watching yet another Game of Thrones crack!video. Human emotions are the weirdest thing; all most of us ever do is just want free time to do what we actually want to do, then when we get it we waste it by being lazy, then we feel like shit for being lazy, but then instead of actually doing what we wanted to do in the first place we continue to be lazy until all our free time is used up.

Humans are so illogical...