I caught a cold over a week ago. It's sapped all my energy and enthusiasm for getting out and enjoying the fall weather (although I did hand out candy to all the ghouls and goblins in my neighborhood last night). What it has left me with is hunger. Oh, not for food or chocolate, but for the written word.
As a result, I feel like I'm in the midst of a reading frenzy. I dove into my to be read pile, and haven't come up for air yet.
So far, I've devoured Ghosts in the Mirror by Leslie Rule, then a couple of true crime novels by John Douglas (boy, and if that wouldn't get you in the mood for Halloween, I don't know what will!), then I slogged my way through The Iron Hunt by Marjorie Liu. It's the first book in the series, but although I loved the ending and the premise, it was a bit hard to read.
I picked up steam when I grabbed up An Ice Cold Grave by Charlaine Harris. OMG. I think this is the third in the series and she simply can't write them fast enough for me (hint, hint, Charlaine!).
I'm now munching on Why Mermaid's Sing by C.S. Harris (aka Candice Proctor) and wishing I didn't have to wait for the B&N delivery to get to the first book (I hate reading stuff out of order, but as this was a new to me author, I didn't realize it was a series. Well, CS Harris is now on my auto-buy list.
I'm also waiting for the new Ghostdusters Mystery, Devil May Ride, by Wendy Roberts. But it doesn't come out until December 2nd...So, Santa, if you're reading this, take a hint!! Although I don't know if I can wait until Christmas to read it!
I will, eventually, get back to writing. I got a bit stuck on my WIP. I needed to build sexual tension in this one scene and was having difficulty. However, after I saw Constantine three times this week (replayed on several different channels), I got some inspiration from Keanu (is anyone surprised?) and finally know what my characters need.
But, now I'm off to finish some laundry so that I can get back to Why Mermaids Sing.
In the meantime, if you have a few minutes this weekend, pop over to Whipped Cream and vote for the best book. The Werewolf Whisperer is in the running!