Update on "Do I Want to Read Fantasy"

Yes. The short answer is yes. Blog over.

And...more frequently...no. I'm a squeamish reader (I just started Cherie Priest's The Toll and you can pretty much tell from my face that I'm waiting for the jump scare. Maybe there won't be any. But I am pretty sure there will be and Arthur, who is being held tightly on one side, is probably hoping for none.) and I don't really care for multiple POVs because I will choose a favorite and snark my way through the others.

This is probably a childish way to look at it, but I'm pretty sure I want the story to take my hand and drag me off to the next really cool thing I need to see and eventually, after a fun afternoon of adventuring, let me go, relatively safe and unharmed, at home. I don't want a bunch of hyper, left-over emotions that explode out at weird times because it takes me a loooooong time to digest the horror that I consumed in the name of "fun." Which isn't to say that I don't want my tastes to expand or change or that the story can't (or shouldn't) shake the dust and bats out of my expectations, experiences, or opinions...just that I need smaller doses of the hyper and the horror.

From the list from the previous entry, I've picked out about three books to download and read (at least for now) and this weekend I'm hoping to make to a local author festival and so it would be good to have these books read before I potentially add new self-pubbed ones to the list.

AND...(love those ellipses!) because I started this in small part to inspire me to stop letting my own projects ferment without action, I'll say that spending time trying to find out where my taste is right now seems to be helping me come up with a direction for this story, so here's the goal for that: twin drafts by end of September.

It looks like it's about to start raining again, so I guess it's time to find a cozy place to read and get back to the self-pubbed wonderland.

-- Chrissa

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