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18 May

As clichéd as this sounds, it’s quite hard to believe that it’s been almost a year since I started this blog.  Things have changed; yet some things have stayed exactly the same.  It’s hard to pinpoint exactly which things match this description, unless you dig down, sifting aside the mundane…maybe, eventually, you’ll uncover what really matters.  But does it really matter without the dust of the everyday?

As I sit here writing this morning, the gears of opportunity, luck, and talent are turning.  Did I mention that I’m writing book reviews for Random House?  My good friend George with Peerless Bookstore set me up with this gig; they sent me the first book, a few weeks ago, wrapped in paper and addressed to me.  The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern, was in short, perfect.  It was different, yet familiar.  Magical, yet with realistic tendencies.  I pretty much want to marry it.  Anyhow, the review I wrote (which you can find here) was sent back to Random House…and they loved it.  I was nervous, actually, as I spent too much time staring at the screen and trying to make my words convey how much I loved it.  I didn’t think it worked; apparently I was wrong.  There’s talk of a book club (that I would host??) and a competition, though I’m not sure of what kind of competition or what the prize would be.  But they liked it, and I have this feeling in my gut that this could really be something.

In other news, reading and reviewing The Night Circus made me quite anxious to start writing more of my own stuff.  I have some ideas, but have been delayed with worried ideas of lack of theme, narrative arc, and other kinds of writing terms that don’t mean much to the common reader but mean a lot to a writer.

Other than that, my time has been taken up by nannying, planning birthdays (mine and Ry’s), reading blogs and reading books.  It’s a good life.

I’m also starting a jogging program next week.  Running of any sort is not something I really want to do, but being healthy unfortunately, and fitting into my old jeans, is.  I’m sure I’ll have lots to say about that next week.

Until.

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