In which I ramble for a bit

Oh, guys. You know I hate to do this... but I have to digress from the story this week. I simply have no idea what to do at this point and, as usual, my characters aren't helping any. They are all standing around looking at me, pointedly, refusing to do anything for themselves. Which is actually a change as they are usually running around behind my back and doing things I hadn't planned for them.

But enough of that. I really have no idea how this exchange is going to work at the moment and I'm not going to give you something half-assed just for the sake of posting.

Just trying to get my feeble little bit of fiction out every week really makes me appreciate all the authors of the books sitting behind me on the shelf. They've produced, not just books that are enjoyable, but books that are enjoyable each time I read them.

I can't tell you how many times I've read through Bored of the Rings. Yes, you read that right. Bored of the Rings. I have, of course, read the proper trilogy, and as much as I loved every single word of them, they are not an easy read and they are not something I would reread without copious amounts of free time on my hands. But the Harvard Lampoon parody? Let's just say that my copy, which is only 10 years old, is falling apart from the almost constant perusal I've put it through. And it is just as funny the 30th time as it was the first time around.

It is funny that Kristi should mention the Harry Potter series, because I've just finished reading them through for the third time and I cried just as hard this time as I did when I first read them. In fact, I think I might have cried even harder, knowing what was coming and all the little hints that Rowling dropped along the way.

That, my friends, is impressive. I'm not saying that Harry Potter is the best set of books I've ever read, but they might be my favorite series to keep reading. (Also, please weep for any son I may have, for his name will be Albus. I'm sorry, future son.)

That kind of lasting power, that ability to evoke strong emotion in a reader is why I keep pushing my poor fiction on you guys each week. Through this little slice of Internet I'm creating and refining my magic in the hopes that one day someone will have a dog eared copy of a book with my name on the cover. I don't even particularly want fame like Rowling has; I just want to know that somewhere there is something that I have written that brings joy to someone over and over again.

I have a sneaking suspicion, however, that zombie alligators and foppish French necromancers aren't the right way to go about it. But you've got to start somewhere, right?

tl;dr- Witch fight next week! Also, let me know what your favorite books to reread are; I'm always looking for more things to read to keep me from having to do my dishes. Yes.