Well, I got about thirty pages into “Jurassic Park” by Michael Crichton, and gave up.
I never give up on books intentionally. I never go “This book is beneath me and I will now set it aside!” I just put it down and don’t feel a compulsion to pick it up again.
It’s the opposite of a book like “Heart-Shaped Box” by Joe Hill, where you pick it up once, and can’t put it down until you’re done without getting the shakes.
I just couldn’t get into it. I enjoyed Crichton’s book while reading it, but there was nothing to draw me back. He doesn’t write compelling or interesting characters or people. It’s very much “Bestseller” fare, of the Clive Cussler, Dan Brown variety (well, better than that, mind you).
I can definitely see why it compels and why people read a billion copies it. It’s a good book. It just couldn’t hold me.
I also stopped reading the Dan Simmons “Crook Factory” book. And again, not through any failure in the book itself. It’s a good book. I think the Drood-Ilium-The Terror-Olympos Simmons feast I’ve been having of late has actually overloaded me for a moment. So I’m holding onto the rest of Olympos and “The Crook factory” (and my newly bought copy of Hyperion, which I haven’t read) until I get back from my Writing Adventure.
This Writing Adventure stuff is gonna be interesting. I’ve never gone off all this stuff “until the book is done.” And I’ve never gone off reading for ANY reason. But now, the onyl things I’ll be doing really are 1) writing the book and 2) writing notes about the book.
I’m NOT going to be entering or competing or involved with National Novel Writing Month in any fashion (except that it will be November, and I will be writing a novel). It’s a big fun event, but it’s never particularly appealed to me. I’ve never felt the urge to sign up for it. So I guess I shall be a novel writing month all of my own.
I WILL be competing in one fashion. Kristine and I will be dueling word counts through the month of November. We do it every now and then, particularly when we’re both stuck in Writing Slow Motion. And since we’ll be talking primarily in snail mail letters, it’ll be a slow Motion exchange of word counts and insults, presumably.
Did I mention the results of my wife’s ultrasound here? I don’t think I did.
Well, anyway: Tzinski 3.0 will ALSO be a boy, just like Tzinski 2.0 was.
Awful lotta boys in this house. We outnumber my wife and one girl kitty by quite a lot. If there’s a cosmic moral to draw from that, I’ve got no idea what it is.
So now we have to think up another set of boy’s names. The last one was hard enough to name! So this one is going to wind up being called “Xavier Magneto Tzinski” for sure.
Right. I should go get something done, shouldn’t I?