I have been fiendishly writing like a good little authoress. Sometimes I catch myself over thinking a scene or a line and have to pull myself out and stop. Funny how one has to remind themselves that they are not trying to reinvent the wheel or publish THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL. Sure I would like to win a Pulitzer, but quite honestly, that is not why I have the desire to tell stories. I just believe I can write something in a different way, regardless of how many times the story has been done before.
Now I have to admit I could not finish House of Leaves. I tried, I really did, but it just got to be too off the wall and quite frankly, as beautiful and unusual as the layout of the book was, the story did not always hold me. I did like that the house was all sort of creepy, but it lost me after awhile. So I returned it and searched the library to see if anything jumped out at me. Amazing how many series there are and amazing that I am not a huge fan of such things. Anyway, I ended up checking out the book, American Wasteland. All about how supermarkets, restaurants and the average person wastes A LOT of food and how we could be better about composting and using the waste. Some of it I was aware of already some of it was eye opening to say the least.
In more amusing house porn, I have become slightly obsessed with these fabulous Italian stoves by Fratelli Onofri