Friday, May 13, 2011

Comfort Reading

I haven't had a lot to blog about since I got home for the summer because I have been doing approximately jack shit about writing. I've been working a lot, and retail just takes all the fight out of me. It crushes my soul.

I've been doing what I call "comfort reading" since I got home, which is comparable to eating comfort food. I haven't been reading anything challenging. I've been reading a lot of YA, chick lit, and celebrity memoirs (Portia de Rossi's book was definitely challenging, but in a different way than I'm used to). I've also been rereading a lot. It's been fun, but I feel like I need to get "back on track," so to speak.

I also need to start writing more. I have this fabulous idea that's been scratching at me, but I just haven't devoted any real time to it. I need to get on it. Though I'm occupied with so many more things in the school year than I am in the summer, I'm usually way more productive. I think it also has something to do with the fact that being in my hometown for the summer makes me excessively BORED. There's nothing to do here, I'm broke, and I don't have that many friends around here anymore (and those that are here aren't home yet). I need to get back to Pittsburgh.

This is rapidly descending into the realm of the needy livejournal entry, so I'm going to stop. I'm going to try harder.

I'm listening to Glee right now. GLEEK FOREVER.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

"But I'm not the other woman in my fantasies."

Two things that bother me about my local Barnes and Noble's YA section:

1. There's an entire subsection for paranormal romance.

2. Megan McCafferty's books are not shelved there. They are in the regular literature section. I have no idea what she thinks about this herself, or if she even cares, but I think they should be shelved in YA. The decision is obviously because of the sexual content/language of the books. They also do have definite crossover appeal, but I think they are YA books at heart, and some of the best YA books I've ever read. It's annoying that the thought process seems to be that we need to keep teenagers from reading about the realistic romantic/sexual experiences of Jessica Darling, but it's totally cool to keep Twilight in YA. Don't worry, I'm not going to go there. I can't even start with that stuff.


Monday, May 2, 2011

Michael Chabon's B+ workshop story is sitting on my desk next to me

I am home, back in the suburbs of Central Pennsylvania, suspended between the two metropolitan hubs of the state. Each time I return home from school, the (culture?) shock gets worse. I was driving out of the library parking lot, and I suddenly noticed how quiet it was. I was so used to the constant noise of the city that it freaked me out.

I've reread some YA books I love since I've been home. I went on a library run today and got, like, six books, so I'm set. I'm trying to read at least two books a week this summer because god knows I'm not doing anything else.

Except writing. Trying to write. That too. Also working my shitty retail job, but that doesn't really count.

I have an idea for a thing. I'm going to try to turn that idea into a real, existing thing.

None of my friends are home from school yet. All of my friends who are out of school (understandably) have real adult things to do and therefore not a lot of free time. Honestly, I really don't have too many friends at home, and the number dwindles every year as we all get older and stay at school or move away or get married and have babies or what have you.

My dad and I ate canned turkey chili for dinner. I really am home.