Read, not written. If only I could write as quickly as I read. Correction. If only I could write WELL as quickly as I read.
But back to the reading thing. I finished re-reading The Goose Girl (because in case I haven't mentioned it before, I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally like Shannon Hale's writing.) I'm now more than halfway through When You Reach Me. It's a fun read so far. I haven't gotten to the "why it's a Newbery winner" part yet, but I'm sure it'll hit me at some point.
Other accomplishments of the day include trying a new pho place (fail; I'll stick with my regular place,) buying a new printer (wireless ready!) and starting to outline a fifth book in the Reflection series. I don't know if anything past the first one will ever come to fruition, even in draft form, but ideas keep popping into my head. It's not my fault I can't let my characters go! Sure, one might possibly make an argument that, since I created my characters, it is completely 100% my fault, but to that person, I say--LOOK, A CHICKEN!
You missed it? Awww, too bad. It was totally dancing the cha cha slide.
But back to my stories. Currently, here are the stats for the series that was never intended to be:
Book One: Reflection draft #I've-lost-count complete at 80,000 words; waiting to be revised yet again
Book Two: untitled draft #1 at 28,500 words
Book Three: untitled draft #1 can barely be called a draft. It's mostly ordered scenes connected by me typing "And then this happens..." Currently at 5,841 words
Book Four: The Heir outline/random scenes at 3,981 words
Book Five: untitled outline/random scenelets at 1,386 word
Hmmmm, I definitely see a pattern forming here. I think I'll go work on Kissing Glass instead. If you think I'm distracted to easily, you could be on to something, but...LOOK THE CHICKEN'S BACK!