I had a post prepared (kind of...well, actually I had a list made) of something really cool I wanted to share with you. And actually, share with myself as well. See, I use this blog not only to talk a bit with whoever is out there from time to time, but also as a way to talk to myself--to remind myself of stuff I need to remember, or to mull over how I am feeling about my writing, or to maintain a record of my progress on certain WIPs. Whatever.
But I have been thinking I ought to post about the books I REALLY want to read this summer. The books I have been making a list of since Spring so that once I FINISHED my latest set of line-edits, I could prioritize my BOOKS of SUMMER list and get started.
Except that now I can't find it. Lame.
I am certain it will turn up, though. And I ought to be able to find it in this newly quiet house. (shhhh...yes, it is so quiet here. That's because I've got one kid at a sleepover, one at a movie and one in PARIS. And yes, skype is a life saver!))
And since I have finished my huge writing chore,( and also a re-read of the 7th Harry Potter in prep for the movie), and it is so calm and peaceful here, I am all ready to hunker down with my list and start deciding what mood I am in...what will the first book be?
Except that now I can't find it. Lame. (this is like a refrain or something!)
So...um..if anyone has any good ideas until I find my list of new(ish) books that must be read this summer, feel free to let me know.
P.S. If the kid at the movie or the sleepover moved the list, I might have a chance at finding it. If the kid in Paris moved it, I am in a pickle. Or should I say I vill be in zee pickle, non? Yeah, I know. My fake French stinks.