Tantrums

This week, despite being ridiculously busy, I read two books.

Two whole books!

The first book I read was called The Chosen One, by Carol Lynch Williams. It was heartbreaking. It was one of those books that you hate, get mad at, and potentially throw across the room. But then you tell all your friends to go read that same book because it was "soooo good, oh my GOODNESS". Maybe because we want to see someone else throw a tantrum over a book.

Happyface, by Stephan Emond, was the second book. This book also made me want to throw it across the room, but at the same time it was so funny and real that I had to cling on to it. I even read it in the car. (This gives me a horrible headache that I can't get rid of for at least 20 minutes.)

I didn't feel like I created very good quality writing this week, but I think that was primarily because of all the other things I have been trying to do at the same time. So, lesson number one: Find a time and a place to write and don't do anything else during said "writing time". Seems fairly obvious, but it's an idea that's lodging even deeper in my brain now.

So on that note, here's a piece from my writing journal that I wrote after I realized I needed to get away from every distraction:

"Now, Sloppy Joe and Jealous Jane (as they were known to the general public) would not recommend jumping from a 25 foot building for anyone, but seeing as they could fly, it did not trouble them in the slightest.

You see, Sloppy Joe and Jealous Jane were superheroes.

Not very good ones, mind you (something always happened to bungle the whole operation and someone else would get all the credit for saving the day), but they did have super powers that they used for good. Ergo, superheroes."

I mostly like it because I was able to weasel in the word "ergo".