Hello friendlies. I'm sitting on my bed, in my jammies, listening to my mp3 player. WHICH IS NOT AN IPOD. But anyways.
I really have nothing to say, I just feel like writing.
Oh! Speaking of writing! My new novel-in-progress is up to... uh... 7,237 words. And it is going okay. I mean I'm having a lot of fun writing it but I don't know how good it is or if it is really just all sucky and boring.
Also, I did solve the book space dilemma, by pushing my Nancy Drews to the back and putting some hardcovers in front.
Hardcovers in front of my Nancy Drews: (in case you wondered)
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An Abundance of Katherines
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Sense and Sensibility
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I'd Tell You I Love You But Then I'd Have To Kill You
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Red
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If I Have A Wicked Stepmother, Where's My Prince?
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The Year of Secret Assignments
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Girl at Sea
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Better Than Yesterday
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Define "Normal"
Sigh. I just spent too much time reading Meg Cabot's blog, which I actually enjoy even though I don't enjoy her books. And I can't ever pick up her books either, because it's the sort of thing where if I start reading it I can't stop even though the whole time I'm going why am I reading this, why am I reading this?? Ha sorries. I know there are a lot of serious Meg Cabot fans out there.
So just for fun? Some other books/authors I don't enjoy.