Lilac Colored Glasses

I’ve been MIA in the blog world for almost the entire week. Someone asked me if I was ok in my comments on the last post and no worries, I am. Everything is fine and no I didn’t have any chocolate cake. I didn’t have any cake at all. In fact, I’m under-eating although it’s not really on purpose, it’s just that when you’re body is used to a constant stream of chocolate muffins, potato chips and (soda)pop the switch to eating healthy is hard to balance. I’m not hungry usually, and if I am I’ve been eating some fruit or whole wheat crackers. And while that’s good for my health it’s a significantly smaller amount of calories than what I should be consuming to lose weight at a healthy rate.

The plus side to that is, hopefully I’ll lose a big chunk of weight (5-7 pounds) within the first week or two and my calorie intake will drop to a rate that is easier to balance. But enough of boring caloric calculations.

Why was I gone then? Well, I was reading Brisingr, the third book in a cycle of four that I’ve been waiting about 4 years to come out. It’s an immense book and I was reading for almost 3 days straight. If you’re a fantasy lover I recommend it but otherwise I doubt most people would like it. It has a tendency to drag in several parts and the first book in particular is not incredibly well written.

Granted the author, Christopher Paolini was 15 when he wrote the original, and when I first read Eragon I took that into account and was highly impressed despite the rambling, overly complicated, “look I can use grown-up words” style used by Paolini. Later I did a little research and found out that Paolini’s parents published his novel themselves and eventually it was picked up by Alfred A. Knopf and republished in 2003.

Quite frankly, Paolini would have done himself a favor to go back through Eragon as a 20 year old and perhaps redraft it as a writer with 5 extra years of experience because it does read like a young teen wrote it, as far as exacerbated vocabulary and a lack of certain character aspects, but that’s besides the point. Paolini’s style has improved since then, although not enough that I’d call him a fantastic or highly gifted writer. He’s pegged his genre though and I’m sure he’ll continue to have success as a fantasy writer.

Anywho, regardless of the skill of the writer, I’ve become invested in the plot and the characters and I plowed through the book at my usual “I’ve been waiting for this to come out for years” pace resulting in a lot of empty space on my blog.

Oh, yeah, and 2 days ago I submitted my entry to The Writing Game, hosted by Brillig over at Blogger’s Annex. I’m not sure when it will actually be posted as there are som eglitches right now on the site, but Brillig is in posession of my 6 page story and she’ll hopefully put it up there when she’s able.

I hope you all take a chance to go and read it, and yes I’m aware of the plot inconsistency regarding the occupation of the father character. I write the story in one day and it’s the first draft.  Procrastinate later, right?

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