I’ve had two recent days with views of my archives out the roof from one reader that day. I wish they would leave a comment on what they’re reading and how they found me. I’m so curious. But I hope they’re finding something worth reading and getting what they need out of my story.
I’ve been very nervy the past few days. I think it’s actually about the SCOTUS and how it seems to be bowing to the President’s whim with every decision it’s making. I’m afraid the rulings are going to have some unintended consequences that no one is looking at very closely. I just don’t know what to think about our government any more. But that’s all I’ll say about that because I think it’s only tangentally related to my mood.
I’m reading my way through the list of novels I’ve been given for my class this fall. I read a third book that was better than the second but came away thinking–I could have written this book. But my fourth book–it’s a horse of a whole other color. It’s by Ravi Howard and called “Driving the King”. It’s amazing so far. A writer published in 2015 that every other word isn’t profanity. A book that treats sex as something mysterious and private. A book where emotion is restrained and telling the story honestly is the focus instead. I can only read a few pages at a time before I have to put it down and think about what the author is doing with his words. I really, really like this one and didn’t think I would before I started it. I’ll finish just in time for the ones I ordered to come in. Eight more to go.