Hello and welcome to 2016, apparently. Time to round up the books I read this past year.
In 2015, I finished
90 books, falling just short of my 100 book goal and breaking my three year streak. I'm almost content with the failure, however, if only because I didn't let
myself turn the past week into an insane reading marathon just in order to
reach this arbitrary goal. I had other things to accomplish, as well as books I
wanted to enjoy more slowly, and I allowed myself to be okay with it for once.
And hey, 90 books is still a lot! I even thought about lowering my reading goal for 2016, but apparently I’m still enough of
a stubborn overachiever that when Goodreads asked me for my goal, I typed 100 again. Small steps.
I did not even
come close to meeting my Off the Shelf Challenge, however, accomplishing a truly embarrassing
five out of fifty. It's disappointing... and dangerous given the overstuffed state of my bookshelves. Will 2016 finally be the year
that I manage to catch up on the books I own instead of being lured by newer ones at the library? Ermmm, probably
not, but I'm resolved to take a much more respectable run at it!
Some quick stats and favorites from my reading year:
- Audiobooks: 12
- E-Books: 5
- Traditional Ink
& Paper Books: 73
- Borrowed from the
library or friends: 74 (4 of which I then bought copies of for myself)
- From my own shelves: 16 (and only 5 of those valid for the OTS Challenge, sigh)
- Longest book: The Legend of Eli Monpress (1,040 pages) if we're counting omnibuses (omnibi?) or Lair of Dreams (613) if we're not.
-Non-Fiction: 24 (11 History, 5 Memoir, and 8 Psychology/Sociology/Instructional)
- Fiction: 66 (with too many cross-overs to easily sort by genre, though the most popular was Fantasy/Magical Realism)
My Favorite Five Non-Fiction:
The Marshmallow Test by Walter Mischel
The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo
Do Well by Simon Pegg on audio
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling on audio
My Favorite Fifteen Fiction: (Any fewer was just too hard)
V. E. Schwab
Cress by Marissa Meyer
Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
Curious Tale of the In-Between by Lauren DeStefano
Liesl & Po by Lauren Oliver
The Gates by John Connolly
The Walls Around Us by Nova Ren Suma
The Magician's Lie by Greer Macallister
The Winner's Crime by Marie Rutkoski
by William Ritter
The Legend of Eli Monpress by Rachel Aaron
More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera
Ice Like Fire by Sara Raasch
The Unbound by Victoria Schwab
In The Shadows by Kiersten White and Jim Di Bartolo
Happy New Year and Good Reading to All!
Monday, June 29, 2015
Oh, life. You do play the best jokes.
Me Last Night: It’s good to be blogging again. I can’t believe the post I just put up (about the craziness of my three jobs getting in the way of writing) was only my third for this year. That’s kind of embarrassing. I mean, look at how much I used to post back in the early years.
*reads a few old posts*
*finds this one about moving from Maryland to Oregon*
*reads this optimistic prediction of my future Oregon life and work:*
"I'm actually looking forward to having more time to blog and write once we're settled, since I'll be leaving my three jobs behind and searching for just one."
*bursts into laughter that is only a tiny bit bitter*
Speaking of not learning from past missteps, anyone want to join me for Camp NaNoWriMo this July? Just kidding with the negativity; you know I love me some NaNoWriMo (whether or not it's good for my project, eh), AND most importantly, the camp version allows you to choose your own goal, so I can set mine low enough that I don't sacrifice anything for word count. I'm thinking 20,000 words (because I was aiming for 500 words a day, but then 20K sounded nicer and rounder than 15.5K. I am already falling into my own trap, methinks).
Let me know if you're going to camp!
Saturday, June 27, 2015
I haven’t been around here since winter – gah, apologies! – mostly because I took on a third part-time job back in February that just might have pushed my schedule from really busy to utterly overwhelming. It was one of those opportunities that I gradually fell into even while telling myself that I didn’t have the time. The position involves helping high school seniors successfully transition to community college, which is right up my alley and connected so well to what I was already doing that I found it impossible to say no. All three of my jobs allow me to spend time with some fantastic people… just not with my characters, my critique partners, or you, my lovely internet friends. I’ve been fighting for months to find some sort of balance with all the elements of my life, and pondering just where my writing fits after going months without penning more than a few paragraphs.
I am not one of those authors whose impulse to write is always insistent and all-consuming. I could never give up writing entirely, but I can easily go a few weeks or a few months without writing and feel fine (other than the undercurrent of guilt, anyway). My hands do not start grabbing pens on their own volition, my characters do not stage a coup and take over my brain. My creative world just takes a nap, or finds other means of expression, and I have to work to wake it up again when I return to the page.
Until recently, I haven’t had the energy, ability, or impetus to wake it up. My insane school year schedule doesn’t leave me with much time at all to write. I can steal some free minutes here and there, but at those times I usually feel too exhausted or frenzied to craft anything creative. I read instead, or try to catch up on work or sleep, or gaze out at our jungle of a yard and imagine myself doing something to tame it.
I also enjoy most of my time at work, however, so there isn’t that burning need to escape the daily grind that motivates some writers to give up their early morning or late night hours in the pursuit of publication. (Not that anything could ever, ever, ever motivate me to wake up before dawn like some writers, but you get the point. I used to wield my night owl powers for writing at least.) I find a great deal of satisfaction in my day jobs, so that even if I won the publication lottery, or the literal lottery for that matter, I think I would still want to hold on to one or more of them. (Although, okay, if I win the actual lottery, I reserve the right to spend half of the year on my dream New Zealand horse farm/puppy playground/sports and lawn games arena/writing retreat staffed with a personal chef and someone who knows anything about horses.) There are still many reasons I would love to be published some day, but that career change escapism is no longer one of them.
I definitely realize that having three reasonably enjoyable and meaningful jobs is a fortunate problem to have in the current climate, so I’m not trying to complain, or to claim that it’s impossible to write unless you’re living in a garret with a steady supply of free time and misery. It just means I have to fight for time and seek out other sources of motivation.
All of this could have turned into my retirement from writing, but I promise it’s not! During the summer two of my jobs blessedly slow down a little, so I’ve finally had a little time these past few weeks to breathe and plan. I'm finding (to my relief) that I’m just as committed to writing as ever. I've accomplished a good deal of brainstorming and drafting this week, and it feels fantastic. It feels like a new pattern and balance to my life. It feels like momentum.
What keeps me going even when it seems more logical to let writing go?
~ The fact that this world and its characters have lived in my head for years now, and I've put parts of their story on the page in multiple imperfect iterations, and yet I’m still not tired of them in the slightest. (Though they might be tired of me for making them wait so long for a final product.)
~ The fact that I love the writing community and have always wanted to be part of the world of books that has shaped (and continues to shape) who I am.
~ The fact that I want to prove to myself that I can tackle this puzzle of a novel and figure out how to solve it. I like to stretch my brain, and I don’t like failing or giving up. Even though plotting and fantasy world-building are seriously so freaking exhausting, guys. HOW DO ALL OF THESE AUTHORS DO IT?
~ The fact that I have some wonderful (and wonderfully persistent) people in my life who have been supportive of my writing dreams for a while now, who may hurl kumquats and pineapples at me if they don't get to read a full manuscript from me in the reasonably near future.
~ The fact that my writing time never feels wasted, even now when I have so little time to spare.
I don’t know yet how I’ll find a better balance come October, when work gears up full throttle again. I just know I have this summer to carve out as many vacations as possible into my fantasy world and travel as far as I can with my endlessly patient, frequently stranded characters.
How goes your writing life? Can anyone tell me the secret to finding that life balance? Or crafting an effective plot? Either one, I'm not picky.