“Spatter Don’t Matter”
As if life isn’t complicated enough, I’m juggling the reading of four books simultaneously. I pondered slapping the “multitasking” label on this effort, but it would be a big, fat lie. Mostly the problem is that middle-age dropped a hormone bomb smack in the center of my attention span. My focus is so kaboomed that CSI would have to invent new technology to analyze the spatter.
Although I’m on my second read of Write in Style by Bobbie Christmas, I took the blog recommendation of my writing Yoda, Cathy C. Hall, and hightailed it to the library to borrow Mike Sacks’ And Here’s the Kicker, a book on humor writing because, hey, I’ll take all the help I can get. While at the library, I nabbed J.D. Robb’s latest, Fantasy in Death, because J.D. Robb is really Nora Roberts and who doesn’t love Nora? (Also, there is Roarke, the hunky hubby of the the In Death series’ protagonist, Eve Dallas.)
At the drugstore a few hours later I spotted Janet Evanovitch’s newest Stephanie Plum escapade, Fearless Fourteen, and it was on sale, y’all. I picked up the hardback for $5.99! Woo-hoo!
Which of these wondrous books should I read first? How to choose? I feel like a Labrador Retriever in a field full of tennis balls! Which is to say, buttercup, that if I had a tail it would be wagging. My only potential problem is that whole attention-span-spatter thingy I mentioned earlier, a condition likely to send me hopping from book to book with eager disregard for organization and order.
You know what? The “spatter don’t matter”, ’cause I’ve got books, y’all! Books!
Lovely, lovely books!
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