Monday, January 23, 2012

A Novella Book Club Blog and I Quit

I quit this blog. No really, I have found that blogging about trials and tribulations is not my thing. I barely have time to write, let alone write about writing. I'm glad I'm quitting, cause I don't miss it!

But, the one thing I've had to quit that I really hate are my book clubs. I just don't have the time for a full length novel of their choice, then take a night off to attend a meeting.

So, my awesome friend and writing partner, Becky Lees, and I have decided to start our own online book club - for novellas only. Yes, in three weeks I can get a novella read, then I can spend an entire week posting for discussion. Lots of time, lots of freedom, lots more fun than me droning on and on about my writing woes.

We'd love for you to join us! No pressure, there's enough of that out there. If you wanna read what we are reading, pop in, if you don't, catch us next month.

Here's the link and we hope to see you there:


1 comment:

  1. You're a writer? Cool shoes. Me, too… kinda, sorta. I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...

    Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra-groovy-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing us. Cya soon, girl…