And what do I do? I check out Finnikin of the Rock from the library, on my Kindle.
I’m sorry, to-be-read list. You are never going to diminish.
This scene, right here, is why I named my protagonist Molly.
I have, however, been attempting to learn how to perform a quarter roll over my knuckles. Which is to say that instead of working, I’ve been trying to learn how to do magic tricks. Yes.
Please note that were this an actual in-progress shot, you’d be seeing the blur of the quarter as it dropped off of my knuckles and onto the floor. Again.
In 2010, I read 36 books. I didn’t have a set number in mind at the start of the year, and I’m a little disappointed that my number wasn’t higher, which is part of the reason that I set a goal for 2011 to read at least fifty books.
Most of what I read in 2010 was pleasure reading, and a fair chunk of it was the majority of Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire Mysteries. The rest was read for work, and I was surprised to find that I liked most of it.
There’s no point in sectioning my favorites into fiction and nonfiction when I only read 36 books, so I’ll settle for outlining the top five overall (in no order).
When weathermen promise snow . . .
. . . but what actually appears is a depressing mix of ice, and slush, as seen on my back deck. This is not snow. This is offensive to snow.
And now I keep hearing that we’re supposed to get “snow” “this weekend.” Ha! This is fast becoming 2011’s most insidious half-truth. I’m onto you, 2011. Also weathermen.
Almost every year I make a resolution or two for the new year, and almost every year I break those resolutions within the first few weeks of January. This year, I’m doing things a little differently.
For 2011, I’ve got a long list of things I want to accomplish–not ridiculous things, not “go to the moon” or “be nicer.” Things that are doable. I’m keeping most of the list private, but these are some of the biggest parts of the list:
1. Read at least 50 books in 2011. I didn’t even get to 40 last year. Reading ~4 books per month is doable, darn it. In theory a significant number of these will come from my to-read list.
2. Read all of the unread books I own, which should definitely vault me over 50. I own too many books that I bought on a whim or bought because they were classics that I feel like I should read, and haven’t gotten around to them. Time to own up. I’m looking at you, Love in the Time of Cholera.
3. Write every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s fiction or poetry, or if it’s for the technical stuff for which I actually get paid. Just do it. (I’m proud to report that so far, this is going swimmingly.)
4. Get glasses. This squinting-at-the-keyboard thing is getting old. Finally completing that transition to freelancer-Tiny-Fey/Liz-Lemon is Part D of my plan to take over the world, anyway.
5. Get an agent. Yeah, so this one’s not necessarily in my control. Do it anyway, or at least try as hard as humanly possible.