I am now addicted to Death Cab for Cutie.
My stack of unread books now reaches up to my waist. It will topple and kill me some day, but I MUST write my novel synopsis before I'm allowed to open any of them.
To DH: the reason I asked is because I am insane enough to flirt with the idea of pitching an erotica anthology.
I may be a literary masochist after all. I know I don't care for Hemingway's style, but I'm forcing myself to slog through a collection of his short stories. Why? People think he's good. I want to improve my skills. So I read him. Ugh. Like taking bitter medicine. However, I am incredibly jealous of this sentence:
It [the Big Hearted River] stretched away, pebbly-bottomed with shallows and big boulders and a deep pool as it curved away from the foot of a bluff.
To answer StrangeDaze:
The reason why I don't post any of my stories is because -
1) rampant theft of material on the internet (Hey Google - maybe LIBRARIES said it was okay to scan their content and post it, but libraries don't own the copyrights to the books on their shelves, do they? BTW Google, can I take all your content and post it somewhere else? I asked my librarian. She shrugged and said "sure, whatever," so it must be okay.)
2) I don't want the US government to use erotica as an excuse to silence my political voice, and
3) Um, I'm trying to SELL it, dude.
That is all. Carry on.