I have successfully begun work on the synopsis. Not sure if I actually have something with this story (despite the 100+ pages–oy!), but at least I am into it.

A funny thing that I bet a lot of writers, particularly currently unpubbed ones have, is guilt over reading. Which is really, really dumb. And I have it.

I read a lot. A lot. I don’t watch much TV, I have a few spare minutes here and there, and I like reading; hence, I am usually plowing through some book or another. Yesterday, I finished two books, one was The Watchmen, which was too intense and 10 year-old intriguing to read often (he cannot WAIT to read it. And he must), and a paranormal that was a blast to go through.

And at the end of the day, I felt bad that I hadn’t written. Which, as stated before, is dumb. It’s not like the time I spent eating lunch and reading a book would have been able to be time spent writing–I eat in like 7 minutes, that’s barely enough time to open the document. Or when my son was doing homework, and I had to be in the room to make sure he didn’t meander off into doing something else. Couldn’t write then.

Still feel guilty. Stupid.

And here’s Richard in his ghastly shirt (for Kwana, who asked, and others who want to be horrified):

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