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One more day to get through and then it's vacation. Woo-hoo!

I have literally been riveted by Owen Laukkanen's The Watcher in the Wall; I hated having to put it down and go to bed last night. I'm about halfway finished; Paul won't be home until late tonight so I am hoping I'll be able to finish it tonight. I'm probably going to read Michael Thomas Ford's Lily tomorrow; the LSU game is on early and after that I am probably going to do a lot of cleaning and organizing and reading. (I've decided to take Saturday off from all projects, in order to recharge my batteries.) There's no Saints game on Sunday, so I am debating whether I should attempt Costco before the LSU game tomorrow, or just go Sunday while everyone's at church.

Decisions, decisions.

Of course, while I juggle these multiple projects, I've been thinking a lot about a couple of short stories I've been working on for years, "The Ditch" and "Fireflies"; this was triggered, I think, by reading the Lisa Unger novel. I've been also thinking about a y/a novel I've wanted to write for years called Ruins; rereading the two Barbara Michaels novels in October started me down that path, and the Unger kicked it into overdrive. The problem with Ruins is that I borrowed some of it for Lake Thirteen; if I am going to write Ruins I'll have to come up with some new things to say, and replace the scenes I borrowed. The problem with Ruins, of course, is that it's a Civil War ghost story, and you can't write that kind of book without addressing the elephant in the room: slavery and racism. I originally wrote it as a short story a long time ago (correction: make that a really bad short story; I think it was one of the stories I wrote in the 1980's when I was trying to emulate Stephen King. I didn't address any of those issues in the short story; I blissfully pretended, as so many others have done, that none of that mattered. God, the naivete. I think this is why I have so much trouble with trying to write about Alabama. Is there anything more annoying than a progressive white person trying to address race issues? I loved To Kill a Mockingbird when I read it as a kid; I reread it again recently and, while still thinking it was a moving story that was beautifully written, recognized several problems with it. I have copies of the Colson Whitehead novel that just won the National Book Award and the controversial book Ben Winters published earlier this year; I also found a copy of William Bradford Huie's The Klansman, about the civil rights struggle in Alabama in the 1960's, on ebay that I want to reread. (I read it when I was young; I'd like to give it a reread as an adult.)

Maybe after I read Lily. The time has never been more ripe for reading about racism, and studying America's history of it. I also have Philip Roth's alternate history The Plot Against America.

Hmmmm.

Of course, actually writing Ruins is a long way away; I have so much to do before the end of the year...

But it's lovely feeling creative again. I am making lots of notes. The book is coming along rather well, too. I may even get all these things done when I am supposed to

Scary. Who am I?

And on that note, I should probably head back to the spice mines.

Here's a hottie for today:

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