Tales from the Sickbed

Ugggh. I’m coughing like an advert for a cough syrup, only it’s too early for the next dose. Incidentally the syrup I do have is supposedly cherry-vanilla. I don’t think the good folk producing the stuff have met a cherry-product before, and three doses in I’m not detecting any vanilla. Is that some kind of unwritten rule, do you think?

I’ve also been taking lozenges like they’re going out of fashion. Right now it’s cold outside, very it was a dark and stormy night… Earlier, I was watching TV and the episode was set to the lovely backdrop of a dark and stormy night. It was cool, very meta.

OK, there are no sickbed tales. Sorry. I’m going to shuffle off to sleep now, with my non-drowsy medicine. Hmph. Tastes bad and doesn’t even have the courtesy to make a girl drowsy.

Day 237

… Didn’t I just write one of these?

Yes I did. Oops. Well, it’s ticking on to midnight and I have (no) promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. I have a poem to edit – I’ll give you a moment to absorb that – and a short story to expand upon. Turns out my story-writing process is something not unlike knitting a scarf: you grapple for 10 rows and then for the next 250 you fly through and lose all sense of time and space. And in the end you have a beautifully expanded piece of work that makes coherent logical sense.

I have post-it notes stuck to papers, that’s how frantic things are. I shall admit I’m trying to do ALL THE THINGS ever, but this is just a bit mad. Since when do I edit poems?! (Since last night, apparently)

Oh and the secret thing lifts off this week.

BAU from tomorrow.

Monday Book Review: Oh Yeah, Audrey!

Sooo today I have decided to expand my repertoire and begin book reviews.

Right. I feel like you ought to know the reader before you know the book, so: I read this YA novel through Grown-Up Adult glasses. Wait, no, I don’t wear glasses. Oops. I also read YA novels because I once came up with a NaNoWriMo which, when I do something with it, will be geared at young adults. Writer’s cap on. Also, I’m a young adult.

Anyway. Oh Yeah, Audrey! by Tucker Shaw.

My summary: 16-year-old Gemma runs an Audrey Hepburn fan-blog, with a few others she has encountered. They decide to visit New York and do an Audrey Hepburn Tour Day in honour of the anniversary of her death. It does not go as planned.

The story is told on the clock: 4am, wakes up and does her elaborate costume. On the one hand I kind of liked the journal-type way of recording this, but on the other hand it made me want to keep score of what the time was on each chapter so I knew how much time had passed. (Overall, about a day) And on the one foot, since I’ve got two hands, I disliked it because I felt it made the story feel like things that happened and when they happened.

The plot was lean. They went here and did this; went somewhere else for a while; hung around some other place. The schedule gets ripped up fairly early – saw that one coming. It almost seemed more like a diary of events and – spoiler alert – Gemma doesn’t end up making the one commitment. Spent ages just on getting in character, thinking about Hepburn and once the plot does inch along, the one thing they have all been going on about gets chucked aside.

Character development. Thin – four people, already in their roles. Midway enters the fifth too-good-to-be-true dude. Guess what, he is too good to be true.

I will concede there was a bit of growth with Gemma, but that’s more regarding the Thing That Happened To Her. The rest of them were already placed in their roles, and there was no time or space for them to grow any further. Kind of like when you want a toasted sandwich and don’t have time to do the toasting, so you just have a soggy sandwich and it falls apart when you eat.

Title and cover: title I guess is a nod to the Tumblr blogs you may find, entitled F— Yeah X. Cover is cute, font’s a bit girly for my liking and maybe a bit too monochrome. Reminds me a bit of pop-art.

I ran through it in the span of a night. I read (skimmed in places), with Netflix in the background and sporadically going back to repeat a line of dialogue. It barely slowed me down.

Overall? I’d say 2 stars. The whole thing about a pack of teens running off to a busy city to meet up also bugged the hell out of me, I guess because I was taught Stranger Danger as a kid. Not to mention how this girl shares her blog login detail with total strangers. Gah. Thin plot and not-really developed characters took away a lot of the appeal. The premise is cute, the reality is not.

Food comparison: Something like marshmallow. Light, fluffy, but haphazardly topped with a bit of peanut butter for substance (and something that sticks in your teeth two hours later).

Over Coffee (12)

If we were having coffee, it’d be a good day for a chai latte. It’s been just crisp enough to keep chill in the air but not quite so cold as to need all the layers during the day.

I’d tell you a bit about the flash fiction I finished writing last night, already gearing up to write the next piece. My mind never stops, you comment – it’s certainly true enough. The chai is good – better than the cafe near my work, which is heavy on the syrup, so that it’s sickeningly sweet. This one has a touch of spice to it, which I always like.

How was your week?

Nothing too eventful happened with mine – just another pace of working to an odd roster and borrowing too many books from the library. I may not get the time to finish them all, but I just finished one skinny book and didn’t like it too well. There may be time yet.

I’m also alluding to a new Secret Project which I plan to begin working on this week. Mischief won’t create itself, you know.