Well today is the end of the second round of 70 Days of Sweat. Of course I made my declaration last week that I was taking a 2 week hiatus, so I’ve not written any more than the 83,159 words you see to the right there. Considering everything that went on during this last 70 days (aka the holidays among other things), I am not displeased with my progress. And as I was telling Pot, as much as I enjoy the community that goes along with doing such a challenge, I don’t require a challenge as impetus to write daily. I enjoy it (most of the time). As Gloria Steinem so aptly put it, “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.” That having been said, however, I’ll be there to sign up for round 3 in February. 🙂
In the meantime I’ve been reading like crazy. So far I have finished reading Sophie Kinesella’s The Undomestic Goddess. I am in the middle of Susan Andersen’s Baby Don’t Go, got in Katie MacAlister’s Holy Smokes, and have a whole stack of others to pack for my lengthy stays in airports for the end of the week. I need to dig through and find something grittier. Everything on my list so far is kind of light, chick lit type reading, which I’m enjoying, but I want something with some dead bodies and a mystery I can sink my teeth into. Probably the Dorothy Sayers book, The Five Red Herrings, I picked up. I’m also packing John Douglas’s Mindhunter, which I’m determined to finish before I start the second draft of House of Cards. I wasn’t in the mood for it when it came in, but now I think I am, so that may be my I’m Stuck At The Gate For Five Hours Before My Flight Reading.
Back to work.