Love At First Sight Blogfest to peculate though blog readers everywhere. Hell, I don't even have the excuse of a vacation to explain my 12 day, blogging dry spell. My excuse is far less exciting, not to mention, far less pleasant.
First, may I just say that a college faculty should not be made up of morons?
That's right, folks! I've been yanked from my normal blogging routine, only to stand in line for hours before getting my turn to argue with the idiots on the other side of the counter at a college. And one time is understandable--things happen. But twice? Thrice?! No, no. Someone is fighting a losing battle in the war on common sense, and it's not the ape in the picture above... Just sayin'.
But enough about that; I'd just as soon forget the whole mess--and I've (mostly) managed to do just that. The important part is that I have sorted the whole thing out *knock on wood* and am registered for classes this Spring. Finally .
My time in the long, winding lines wasn't all bad though. I did manage to do quite a bit of reading. I finished Dragonfly in Amber (the 2nd book in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series). It's a book that I started months ago but never got around to finishing. Writing tends to get in the way of my reading, but the long lines gave me an excuse to indulge myself in someone else's writing while leaving me completely guilt free. What more could a girl ask for? A hunky Scot, perhaps? Yes--and that's exactly what I got with Gabaldon's historical, time-traveling work of art. And her writing really is art. Truly, the word "book" doesn't fully describe the magic she weaves. [Note: Simon, you don't count this time, because you do not wear a kilt ;) At least, not that I know of...]
But I find myself facing two problems. One, I've been talking with a Scottish accent for days day now. Not that I mind--I love accents--but I think it's starting to grade on J's nerves. He'll have to get used to it though; I've started book 3, Voyager, and let's just say, the accent is only getting stronger. And two, my internal dialogue, while not Scottish, is coming in loud and clear. And British. This is heavily due to the fact that I gave in and bought the audiobooks, but I'm sure it would have happened anyways. I'm very animated, so what? Does that make me weird or something? Nah. I just like stories.
What about you? Do you ever get way too involved in a book your reading? Or if you're a writer, do you find yourself thinking like one of your character thinks, or talking like they talk? What little quirks do you notice when you dive into the magical world of fiction?
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