Although I want so badly I can taste the urge to pick back up McCarthy, I am holding off to explore some new horizons.
Novel: The Body Artist by Don DeLillo. I have no idea where or when I picked this up, and I apologize if he was indeed a speaker at Wesleyan or at our own Tunxis Conference and my muddled mind has lost that fact. I chose it because, well, because it’s short.
Short Story: Ploughshares, Winter oh-four/05. This as an attempt to play catchup, and rekindle my burning desire to be published in it someday.
Learning: Didascalicon by Hugh of St. Victor. I’ve put it back too many times already. Although if I can’t absorb it fully right now, I may try a lighter book on reading or writing.
New Media: Still Life. I’m so anxious to get into this, although I may return to Silent Hill 2 just because it’s more an outlet for my repressed rage and potential violent behavior. Love swingin’ that stick!
Okay, so four not five. But it’s a helluva lot better than my recent Book of the Month odyssey.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology