Welcome to the maiden voyage of my soon to be world-famous blog (aka my sanctioned procrastination outlet). I should get to working on my book after I post, but instead I'll go back to reading the book Wool by Hugh Howey. I started reading it on my Kindle right before a trip on Sunday to the Midwest and it got me through several long days and the flight there and back. I have left off at a crucial point in the story so am anxious to get back to it. The crazy thing is that at some point in my reading I went to the home page or something like that, and when I went back to read it, it had skipped ahead many chapters. Does anyone else's Kindle inexplicably skip on them like this? It's maddening. Not that I realized what had happened. I actually kept reading, thinking that the author was letting time go by in the narrative. It wasn't until it skipped on me again and I had to go back and find where I'd left off that I realized what had happened. Felt like an idiot but wished at that point I was reading an actual hard copy so I could find my blasted page. I'm also concurrently reading Dark Lover, the first book in J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series. I might be the last person on earth to discover this series, but better late than never. I've also come late to Justin Timberlake, mainly because of his hysterical SNL shorts. When I realized how funny he was I started paying attention. His sexy songs have been an inspiration as I work on the second book in my Sin City series. He's even starred in some pretty sexy dreams. Care to know who else I've dreamed about? Here, in no particular order, are the famous men I've dreamed about on multiple occasions:
Bill Clinton (while president)
Barak Obama (while president
Tom Brady (Patriot's quarterback, not that I'm a Pats fan)
Justin Timberlake (see above)
Bruce Springsteen (ever since I was a teenager)
At first I was a bit embarrassed about dreaming about Clinton, especially as I realized it must have to do with some primal attraction to him being a powerful man. It really shouldn't embarrass me, since I have embraced this primal urge and revel in it when it comes to romance novels. Also, I admitted it to a couple of women at a conference and they were like, dude, join the club. Once Obama was elected it seemed I was one of millions.
Sweet dreams, all, whatever they may be.
