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In the first week, I started to read Cat Rambo’s Hearts of Tabac. I realized I’d forgotten some backstory, so I re-read Beasts of Tabac, although Cat says you don’t need to have read the first book to read the second. I’m done with both now and can report that she’s right, although I think it’s a richer reading experience with the first book fresh in the mind.
I’m now reading Ellen Klages’s Out of Left Field, leavened with stories from Caroline Yoachim’s Seven Wonders of a Once and Future World. Ongoing non-fiction tome: Britain after Rome: The Fall and Rise, 400 to 1070, by Robin Fleming. It’s some of the research material for Nicola Griffith’s Hild and for my planned walk across the narrowest part of England this fall.
Migraine takes hold. Its teeth grip your head, and you have no control. It may grip lightly, just a grab and hold, teeth only marking the skin, not breaking it, not even bruising, or it may clamp down all the way through the skull as if we’re talking cartilage, not solid bone, but you’re not the one who knows or says or does anything; migraine is the king, the god, the thing controlling you for a few minutes, hours, days, until it’s done. You don’t own that clock, baby.
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I write when I have to.
I am not a successful writer, but I am a very successful reader. I intend to buy and read several books during the Write-a-thon, many of them by other Write-a-thon participants.
I’m going to tweet about every writer in the Write-a-thon at least once, maybe twice, to try to increase their visibility and encourage people to sponsor them. Where I know their Twitter IDs, I include them; if not, not. I’ve volunteered with Clarion West for mumblety-mump years; I’ve watched these writers struggle and grow, I have many of their books on my shelves, and I feel possessive about all of them, even the ones I’ve never met.