(Crossposted from LJ)
I seem to have fallen off the grid lately, at least in this part of the LJ/Dreamwidth world. I suspect my f-list is at skip=eleventy-billion, and let's face it, there's no way I'm going to get caught up. If you've posted/seen something in the last month or so that you think I should know about, please comment here.
The thing is, it seems I can either keep up with the outside world (be that news, LJ-fandom, or whatever), or I can write. There simply isn't enough time and enough me in the day to do both. And I want to keep up, but I want the novel more.
Some vaguely fannish thoughts:
I managed to miss the Amazon sale on season 5 of House, and now feel very stupid that I'll have to pay twice as much for it. I may simply leave it for my birthday. No spoilers, please.
Friends have now shown me the first couple eps of The Middleman. OMG. A live-action comic book of distilled essence of fannish crack. I must have it.
The Novel-In-N-Years progresses. Or regresses, as I'm doing chapter 2-7 revisions based on writing-group feedback, but I think it's necessary to get the foundation solidified before moving on to the bits that will be supported by it. I'm actually kind of excited about some of the revisions, or would be if I weren't nearly asleep on my keyboard.
Oh, and the library managed to come up with both the Mitchell/Munro books I requested. I don't claim he's the best writer ever or anything like that, but for some reason I find his books highly compelling. I'm keeping Death and Bright Water in another room when I'm supposed to be working on anything else, lest it sneakily leap into my hands and open itself in front of my eyes. As books do, you know.