Not much to write about today. I had some errands in town, then the usual housework. Today is our anniversary. Don't ask how long DH and I've been married -- too long! :-) And they thought it would never last... We will dine out tonight, and that's about it. Old folks don't celebrate as much as the younger ones.
It is beautiful here today, 70s, sunny, a real prelude to spring. I may go ride my bike shortly, since I put that off this morning. And when I came by the park on my way home from town, the workers were mowing, cleaning up...but should be gone soon. I'm still enjoying my 2000 Ford Escort, it's so smooth and nice, as well as cheap on the gas, which is a definite plus these days.
I gave up on reading "Enemy Women"...made it about halfway through, and just decided it wasn't worth finishing. That doesn't always happen with a novel, but sometimes it does. I'm still planning on adding an excerpt soon, to demonstrate the confusing style it is written in, which detracted from the storyline. Also, there were so many details it bogged down the plot, which wasn't very good anyway.
I'm now reading a better novel, "Sacrament of Lies," by Elizabeth Dewberry. Good concept -- a suspense novel about the daughter of a fictional Governor of Louisiana who suspects her father murdered her mother. I'm over halfway through it already, since it's a page-turner.
I also found some bargain books at the grocery store today -- a huge table full of novels/non-fiction for a buck apiece. Dollar General here in the South has started having paperbacks and hardbacks for a buck apiece, so I assume some of the publishers are hoping to make a little off the ones that aren't selling at bookstores when first released. I was surprised to find a novel by Josephine Hart, "Oblivion"...and bought it, will read it soon. Her novel, "Damage" is one of my favorite books, though I've not seen the movie based on it.
I'll close with this quote I think truly is accurate about being a novelist: "It's a high, this writing thing....a kind of drug, and once you experience it nothing else is ever the same. Ordinary life seems like a prison sentence in comparison to the freedom of writing." Robert Sheckley, SF writer
Yes, THAT is what I miss about writing fiction, the escapism and freedom. Perhaps though, our human lives are indeed lived in a kind of prison...it seems that way to me much of the time.