I can’t believe I missed Bloomsday yesterday! Gah! I’m an idiot. I love the writing of James Joyce. No, he’s not a beach read. He’s a challenge (at least for me). But he made the English language sing. If I ever write something that is one-ten-thousandanth as good as what he writes, I’ll be a happy camper.
Speaking of writing, that’s what I did all day. My WIP draft is maybe 20% done. Complications are begin to pile up nicely for my main character. While I have a vague sense of direction, surprising things pop up and that keeps it interesting for me. It helped that the temp is way down and I was able to turn off the air conditioning for the first time in weeks. The windows are all open and the apartment is comfortable for a change. If summer was always 75 degrees, I might like it.
Thanks everybody who wrote in with cover thoughts. It was fascinating to read them. I’ve also been reading Vonnegut, as someone suggested. I’ve chewed through three of his novels so far and I’m enjoying them.
Oooh! Oooh! I had another James Joyce thought. If you visit Philly this summer (which you should, except maybe not on July 2nd), be sure to visit the Rosenbach Museum so you can see this.