THE BOO YAY EDITION
Two days of my life. Two days I shall never get back. However, these were two days I dove without a parachute into various worlds and interacted, nay, deliciously stalked some very intriguing and sometimes detestable people. Sure they were all made up and as a PSA, don’t ever go without a parachute (though I think you’re safe in the deep end of a pool), but it was an interesting experience.
First, the deets:
Hours Read (since 11pm): 2.00ish (running total: 28.50 hours)
Admittedly, I slept through an alarm I forgot to set.
Hours Blogged (since 11pm): 2.00 (running total: 5.00 hours)
When I’d all but given up on my vision, I decided to mock myself by trying to commiserate with fellow masochists on their reading quests and went blog/tweet hopping.
Pages Read Total: 2,200 or thereabouts
Stopped counting after a revelation this morning. More on that after the jump.
*NOTE: There is no jump, but I see that on websites all the time and felt like saying it here. Oooh, maybe the NOTE is the jump. JUMPCEPTION.
Hours Written (since 11pm): 1.50 (running total since challenge started: 10.00) I have workshop assignments that fit nicely with my current Fractured Fairytale Series. so I figured with all those birds in the air, and again, I have no ill-will towards any winged creature, who needs a stone when you can throw a boulder? Okay, a smallish rock, but whatever.
Total Hours Logged for #48HBC: 33.50 hours
Not gonna lie. I used my onboard calculator to add those two running totals up. It’s a good thing, too. My muddled brain insisted it was 32.50 hours. Go figure.
My take away from this event:
The physical, mental, and emotional drain: BOO.
I can read text again without having to squint and/or widen my eyeball flappers: YAY.
I saw a dip in my daily word counts for JuNoWriMo and Kiwi Writers SocNoC: BOO.
I anticipated that, got over it, and discovered so many great books. YAY.
I discovered so many great books… that are to be added to the endless TBR list at which I painstakingly chip away: BOO.
Endless TBR list? Challenge accepted: YAY.
I thought I’d have a mental reprieve before the next reading challenge 30 Books in 90 Days starts on June 23rd, but the writing challenge 25,000 Words in 7 Days starts tomorrow: BOO.
Seriously? I’m chuffed about my Fractured Fairytale Series and need to up those word counts anyway. Hello boulder: YAY.
I learned that I don’t qualify for prizes for #48HBC because I’m Canadian: BOO.
That came out wrong, but you know how self-deprecating us Northerners can be. Still, the prize of reading (sounds lame, really isn’t) and getting together with other like minds to share in the joy of storytelling? That’s a YAY and a double rainbow in my book.
So, I didn’t get to read much anymore today. I was actually part of “The Quest for the Missing Bowling Shoes.” While that could be a one-act play, it’s actually a pair of missing hoof covers that my brother needs for his birthday bowling party later today. The search continues, but lucky me, I got to rest my eyes by trekking through dusty storage. I think I’ve maimed my tear ducts enough this weekend. Especially with all the feels in emotional passages, I’ve had to put a stopper in my ocular saline drip on several occasions already.
In summary, June has been kind to me, thus far. So many writing and reading challenges available. But I might not have been as kind because I continue to join each one I come across. Meh, I relish in the masochism, laugh in the face of deadlines–and weep every now and then at progress as much as stumbling blocks. Rinse and repeat. Such is the writer’s life.
I hope everyone enjoyed–yes, in spite of this mishmash post, I quite enjoyed myself, thank you very much–reading up on great books for the last two days. I don’t want them back. I want more.
Here’s to books, the cheapest way to travel–time or destination–and the easiest way to meet the zaniest people in this world and beyond.
Happy reading, everyone!