I had to take a blogging break due to some eyestrain and a weird problem with my eye muscles. I guess you could say I’ve been having eye cramps. I saw the eye doctor about it and we’re keeping an eye on it (hah!). I also started wearing a sleep mask at night, just in case my eye is cracking open as I sleep, letting my corneas dry out.
I also went to visit my parents to celebrate my 45th birthday.
Turning 45 is weird. I don’t feel 45. I still feel seventeen. I suspect I’ll still feel seventeen when I’m 80. Seventeen, by the way, was one of those birthdays that I consider pivotal. Here are the others:
- 11–for some reason, this one stands out. When I was 11, I first became an avid reader. Maybe that’s why.
- 17–By this age, I wasn’t a kid anymore. That actually happened when I was 15, but by the time I was 17, others recognized it as well.
- 28–This was the age when I considered myself fully grown up. There was some change in my thinking that occurred between 25 and 28, and I finally felt like an adult. I think this has been backed up scientifically, that we have one last bit of brain development in our mid-20s. If you’re in your mid 20s or just emerged from it, you probably know what I mean. I considered 28 the perfect age to be. At least, until I turned 35. Then, that became the perfect age. Why?
- 35–Others start taking you seriously as a grown-up. Unfair, but true. When you’re 35, you still look young (if you’ve been taking care of your skin and haven’t been a smoker), but you look mature enough that no one dismisses you as a kid anymore. Unless they’re 60 or older. It’s all relative, you know.
I don’t know if 45 will be another pivotal birthday until later in the year. Happy Birthday to me!
I am also putting the finishing touches of a prequel to my Cinderella retelling. Often, I find myself writing backstory that I know I will never use, but the writing of which helps with the actual story. I am taking the example of Jennifer Estep and Dee Carney and I’m packaging it up as a free read. I’ll upload it to Amazon and everything, if it isn’t too time-consuming. It’s short–only 3000 words.
Just finished Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson. It was pretty good but I had to put myself back into an epic fantasy novel mindset. The point-of-view in fantasy doesn’t tend to be as deep as what you get with the romance subgenres. I enjoyed it highly and I want to get the second book in the series now. I’ve been sampling some other books including Stephen King’s Under the Dome, which I borrowed from my Dad. It’s interesting but right now there are so many points of views–including one that was killed off right away–that I don’t yet feel invested in it. There are also a number of books on my shelf that were given to me as review copies, and I’d still like to read many of them.
I tried to buy a copy of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo at Barnes & Noble for my Nook, but I eventually gave up. Why? Because they refused to accept a perfectly good gift card that I tried to use up there. I actually had to call customer support to find out why the book was in “My Library” but was not downloadable. I entered the card information twice and finally I told the customer support person that I gave up. If I attempt to buy it again, I’ll buy it at Diesel Ebooks.
I actually told my husband that I wish I got a Kindle. The Nook is very nice, but everything associated with it is awkward and difficult to use, including the My Library feature at Barnes & Noble.com, the Nook for the PC (which is especially awful) and apparently, the experience of actually buying an ebook for the Nook. This was my first attempt since I usually buy my ebooks elsewhere, and I guess I’ll continue to do so. The saving grace for the Nook is I”m not stuck with only buying books at Barnes & Noble. Which is why I didn’t want a Kindle.
So anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to. I hope to post more frequently this week.