Reading: The Narnia Code, still. It has too many amazing ideas to easily absorb in one sitting.
Failing to read: Finding Happiness by Abbot Jamison. Which I'm supposed to have read for my book club tomorrow night. But I procrastinated too long on getting it, thinking I could just get it for Kindle for PC, and as it turns out, it's not available that way. I am clearly growing overly dependent on the digital age.
Out from the library:
The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale
The Book of Three (Book One of The Chronicles of Prydain) by Lloyd Alexander
Listening to: the furnace roaring and chirping in the kitchen, and Wreckless Eric's I'd Go The Whole Wide World running around in my head.
Writing: making final pre-submission revisions on my first novel, re-plotting the sequel, prepping for Silhouette (which I'm editing for the February-April season), and trying to figure out what to do with Thursdays on my blog. (Suggestions welcome.)
Here's some Chesterton for you.
[T]o a Christian existence is a story, which may end up in any way. In a thrilling novel (that purely Christian product) the hero is not eaten by cannibals; but it is essential to the existence of the thrill that he might be eaten by cannibals. The hero must (so to speak) be an eatable hero. So Christian morals have always said to the man, not that he would lose his soul, but that he must take care that he didn't.I'd paste in the whole chapter, if it wouldn't make for such a massive blog-post. Oh, I love that book. It takes a great writer to encourage my faith and justify my love of thrilling stories all in one paragraph.
—Orthodoxy, chapter eight