Morte De Arthur

Well, it happened again. I read my Guinevere trilogy, and in the end, Arthur died. While I was reading the final chapter my sister Pam kept asking me if he was dead yet and if I was crying. This severely interrupted my reading! And, when I hit the ending, and the tears came, I hid it with the book.

I don't know why I put myself through this. Pam pointed out to me that I am fully aware that he dies, and I always know when it's about to happen. (Even if it's a new Arthurian series I discover) She likes to skip the parts in books she knows will make her cry. For some reason I can't do that with this trilogy. The writing is so intriguing, so beautiful, I keep reading anyway. My writing has been influenced more by Persia Woolley's Guinever trilogy than any other books I have read. Her insights to characters and the human spirit is amazing, and it is my goal to reflect it in my own.

I want to make myself cry and have Pam laugh at me. (I wonder if it would be more pathetic if it is my own character, whose death I plotted myself, and I sob over it. Hmm.)

I'm considering tossing short story parts around this blog, not necessarily anything I intend to sell, but use it as a way to get the words out of some of my less normal ideas. We'll see.

TheCheat

Sisterhood of the Traveling the Cheat

Despite the fact that I have apparently done nothing interesting since September of last year, I DID invest in thecheatnapping. Consequently I, and my friends, fell in love with the little guy. He's so handsome, we were depressed to return him. My only hope is that Ben treats him a little better, but so far, it looks unlikely. :(

You remind me of the babe

Well this isn't a well updated blog. I guess I haven't done anything interesting since September of last year. Right now I am reading the end of a Guinever trilogy, (for the third or is it fourth time?) and am depressed that Arthur is about to die. It is my goal in life to find an Arthurian novel where he DOESN'T die. Maybe I'll have to write one and keep it happy.

My sister Julene has promised to me that I can raise her first child when it turns sixteen IF she and Gabe have to move to Japan and it doesn't want to go. Or that her niece Makenna doesn't want to raise it. Then it can be MINE. This is our formal contract. I will never forget.

Pam and Julene are watching Full House right now with adoring eyes. I am horrified.