I always fall into the same trap. Just as my stack of books-to-be-read starts to get smaller, i take a lap around amazon.com or stop by Barnes and Noble — with obvious results.
And you might be wondering where I’ve been. All over, really. No excuses for having abandoned this blog for 3 1/2 months. Seems like it is always something. And now we’re almost halfway through NaNoWriMo and I have nothing to show for it. That being said, I haven’t put any effort into it either.
So I’m reading Iain Banks’ Consider Phlebas, and finished his Matter not long ago. I’m a third of the way through Peter F. Hamilton’s Night’s Dawn Trilogy and have 2/3’s of Kim Stanley Robinson’s Three Californias Trilogy to go. I have Hugh Howey’s Wool (I read the first installment a while ago, but picked up the new paperback that has the whole story) and Joe Haldeman’s The Forever War in the queue.
I also have Chuck Wendig’s Under the Empyrean Sky on my Kindle although that was a bit of a an impulse buy — not really into YA per se, but I’ll give it a shot. His Blackbirds was pretty readable but certainly not of the literary quality of Banks, Robinson or Haldeman.
So there it is. What I’m reading. I am still writing — sort of — but I don’t seem to have the energy to generate the words right now. I need to keep pushing on.