First of all, hello to all of my new followers! I didn’t expect my last post to get so much kind attention. I’m happy to have you with me. ๐
I recently bought a copy of Natalie Sue’s I Hope This Finds You Well, and I’ve been enjoying it so much that I almost don’t want to read too much of it at once. Because then it will be over. Does that happen to you when you read? I want to prolong it.
My local library also gave me two books, so I’m suddenly swimming in a wonderful mini pile of new-to-me novels. One isย The White Rose,ย a poetic young adult novel about Sophie Scholl and her brother Hans. I’m reading it as research for my latest story idea. When I used to work at the US Holocaust Museum, I remember often stopping by the wall that told their story. It gave me pause that such young people dared to take a stand, even though it certainly meant death.
The other novel I got from the library is The Dead Romantics. It’s a romance novel (not surprising, right?) involving a ghost, so it appeals to a few of my interests.
When not reading other people’s novels, I’ve been reading my own as I begin revising. My new benchmark will be to submit it to The Shit No One Tells You About Writing again. I feel much more confident now that I’ve revised and rewritten it about three times. ๐
It’s very different from the story it used to be.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could just read and write all day?

