Atwood fan?! I am terribly cliche.

I am so tired.

I think that instead of saying I'm going to commit to write in this thing every day, I'll just commit to writing in it when I remember. It'll be several times a week, of course, but every day is just pushing it. Even if I read during the day I'm hopeless at remembering mostly everything. I have no idea what my problem is. I'm just busy, I guess.

Anyway, still making good time in both The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon according to the schedule in the book club as well as Bluebeard's Egg and Other Stories by Margaret Atwood.

I'm a fan of Atwood now. Any book has fluke quotes that remind me of cartilage ripping open in my chest, but I keep running across them in these short stories. "There was a thin, elegant brown girl behind it, in lime green, Rasta beads, and Vogue make-up, coiled like spaghetti around the phone." She is brilliant. She moves me and makes me want to be a better writer. This is what books are supposed to do.

I am inspired, and I love it.