I worked yesterday on my presentation for CPRW - When A Slap Across the Face Just Won’t Do: Inserting Realism into Kick Butt Heroines. Still not sure about the first half of the title. I'm trying not to dwell on how many people from the group who this won't be very useful to. It seems to me that a large percentage of the group write sweet romances or contemporary ones without the need for their protagonist to kick any asses.
I'm trying not to psych myself out. I'm fully expecting to break out into hives and make a complete fool of myself. Which will mean I never show my face there again. Not that I'm actually writing right now anyway. Whew. Gotta stop this spiral down the porcelain highway before it turns into more of what has been going on this month.
Saw the new Harry Potter last night. I liked it, but even after two and a half hours I wanted more detail. It made me want to read the series again. I have other stuff in my tbr pile, though. Neuromancer, Freedom Writer’s Diary, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Slaughterhouse 5. You know, some light reading.
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