No Motivation

I sat down the other day with my trusty computer and opened my writing file. It is a woeful mess that makes me blush in shame when I look at it. It accurately reflects my writing life at this point, though, so I didn't do anything to organize it. Sounds odd, doesn't it? I leave it a shambles to remind me that my writing self is in shambles. You would think I'd put some type of order to it with the hopes that it would motivate me to writing success. I find, though, that I don't even want to touch the files. It's kinda like those cooties we were so scared of getting from other kids when we were little. I don't have a full writing cootie suit so I keep my distance. One day, when I feel empowered, I will jump right into the middle of the sludge and start slinging the muck everywhere.

I have been reading just about everything I can get my hands on in recent weeks. I will recommend Tasha Alexander and her mystery series in this post. They are not terribly deep mysteries but there is potential there for greatness if she ever decides to go deeper. She is a wonderful storyteller and her style of description not only lets you see the scenes with clarity, they are cleverly done so as not to burden you with the narrative of them. The romance of the stories is a bit overdone for the true mystery lover and I'm not sure her characters would actually have existed in their time but its nice to dream. If you need some light reading with an unexpectedly good murder thrown in, "And Only To Deceive" is the beginning. Happy reading.

In other news, Em has her new computer and is thoroughly enjoying not worrying if the next keystroke will be the last one for her. She's also waiting till May when she'll get her permit and start driving with supervision. YIKES! T is eagerly waiting for the new "Portal" game to come out. They've been advertising it a lot lately. Gams is doing well, though work has been tough on her this week. And I'm struggling with UNIX. Such is life.