Work gets busier for me, even as the virus continues to spread. I’m a cleaner, so my work doesn’t stop. I haven’t been able to write, too tired to get anything done. I feel like I’m losing time, even though I’m my own boss with writing. Writing has always been a compulsion for me.
I’ve been reading and sorting my music. I’ve finished three books, two of which I’ve actually enjoyed. The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein. Midnight Son, an Audible original. I liked the first two. The last one I only disliked because it felt melodramatic given the content. Parts just felt missing, and rushed. I wanted more from the narrator. But The Gargoyle reminded me that I love romances that span lifetimes. Gender Outlaw affirmed my nonbinary identity.
I’m now listening to Monday’s Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson. I have been apprehensive to start it, given the content. A girl goes missing. No one seems to care. It’s bleak, but I wanted to read it ever since BowtiesandBooks reviewed it and gave it glowing praise.
I like a good mix of fantasy and realism. And that’s what I’m loving right now, the mix. It’s keeping me sane these days.
Rowan Liddell 