Should title this something profound. Got nothing.

Yep, still a little low on energy. I spent the weekend shopping for a new car (not as fun as you’d think, hearing the phrase “new car”) and reading my friend’s book draft. His book is really good and as soon as I can tell you about it, I will. What I’m learning most from reading someone else’s book draft is that, hey, I could be making the time to read my own. Hey. Look at that.

But not for a while. I have to finish his first, and then I have to work this weekend. Oh, yeah. Major U needs me this weekend. All weekend, not an overstatement of the facts. Not looking forward to that at all. Only looking forward to it being over and being able to return to the normal level of exhaustion.

And yet I’m still finding time to read books. How am I doing that? you ask. I have no idea. I think I read most of this one on my lunch hours. Which I used to take, but haven’t lately.

64. Both Ways Is the Only Way I Want It– Maile Meloy
If you like short stories, you should probably read this woman. She was on the Granta Best New American Novelists (with my friend Chris) (whose book I was talking about earlier). I like some of these stories better than others, but there’s one that is quite stuck in my mind. Look it up: “Lovely Rita.”

By Published On: October 20, 2009Categories: Life, Reading