Last week, I said that I've started the plotting phase of a new novel, and that's true, and I've been working on it, but what I mostly appear to be doing this month is seeing how many words I can stuff into my eyeballs.
I'm in the middle of four books right now, all very different from each other. Next to me is a board charting out the impossible number of books that I imagine I'm going to read in the next couple of months. Today I was reading samples of still other books to decide if I'm going to read them, too. Oh, and of course I've been continuing to read the many blogs I follow to keep up with book news and good stuff to link to.
A bit of this reading has specific writing-related purposes, but most of the current binge is just because I have the time. Normally the time I put into writing keeps me from reading as much as I want to (i.e., constantly). So I'm taking advantage of this between-projects period to consume as many books as possible.
And, yeah, okay, maybe this gluttony of reading means I didn't give quite as much attention to the new story idea as I was intending to this week. It's all still churning around in the background, stewing in all these other words I've been shoveling in.
Good Stuff Out There:
→ Jennifer R. Hubbard offers a great analysis of what causes readers to sympathize with a character: "I'm reading one of those books where, character-wise, my sympathies do not seem to be aligned with the author's. That is, I like the character I'm not supposed to like a heck of a lot more than I like the two characters I am supposed to like."