Yesterday, instead of the massive mountain of household chores and writing MGC (to say nothing of staring at a blank page and kicking myself for being out of words, fiction or fact), I took the day off.
I started the day by not getting out of bed, and finishing a book. (Alma Boykin’s finale to the Familiars series, Preternaturally Familiar.)
Then I switched to an… I’m not sure I’d call it an anthology, because Perspectives is a collaborative effort, almost a shared-world, in which a bunch of EMS bloggers came together and wrote a story of a weekend in EMS, moving from West Texas through the midwest, to the east coast, of the same incidents across a weekend seen through the eyes of police, dispatchers, paramedics, ER nurses and ER surgeons. It’s amazing. It also made me cry.
So then I got up and checked blogs, lost 3 hours to TV tropes because…. well, because. Then wandered out to the back porch, and sat in the shade while reading Cedar Sanderson’s The East Witch. Which is a lovely melding of faery, Underhill, and the legendary creatures from Kiev through the taiga to the Yupik and Athabascan Seal Woman and Grandfather Raven.
Finally, I came inside, and ate leftovers while downing a lot of water and plowed through a short, sweet, funny romance that CV Walter had recommended to me, called Nailing the Alien. It was hilarious, a heavily salted with bad puns and double entendres with construction tools sandwiched between the sex scenes… all of which I’ve heard when working maintenance, as well as elsewhere. For those of you who do not care for the romance genre, or do not care for “your sexual harassment will be graded” kind of environments, save yourself the trauma and don’t search for it.
And then I had some caffeine because I needed it, and went to dinner with friends. When I got home, I picked back up on Front Sight Focus, which is… it’s like Ten Rules For Life if Jordan Peterson were a chief Petty officer in the seals.
And then I actually did a load of laundry, because, well, it needed doing, before bed.
When was the last time you took a day off and played hooky, and read things just because you wanted to, not for research?
What was the last book you loved enough to re-read?