Whew! It's been a minute, huh? Yeah, I know, but it wasn't intentional. Whatever though, let's move past that. I'm here now. So, um, finished Walter Mosley's novel, Fortunate Son, which was depressing, inspiring, unsettling and captivating at times. Just when I was going to put the book down and question what the point was, the book kicked into another gear and became a page turner. I was reading pretty much on the subway, but did finish the last few chapters over the weekend in the wee hours of the morning.

I just started reading the Alexander Dumas classic, The Count of Monte Cristo. I thought when I bought the book, that it was one of those jon'ts that had three different classics in it, so I though I had picked up a book with the Count, Three Musketeers and The Man in the Iron Mask--no such fortune (although I'm sure I held one of those and simply bought the wrong one not paying proper attention). The 600+ page beast I bought is all one novel, which I don't know whether or not I'm all that motivated to read right now. It's just that after reading The Bluest Eye, the Hobbit and now Fortunate Son, I figured I needed to keep my reading regimen going. We'll see; I'll stick to it for now--for now.

Also, wrote a tiny smidge myself. I know what I want to say, but I'm still not solid on the style and manner in which to say it. I think the concept is evolving well. But, I do worry about the believability of it all a bit. I have to make sure I don't go over the edge and write some far-fetched drivel in the attempt of being cutting edge. Rather, I need to let the story come to me.

Also, on another note altogether, I think the animal kingdom is conspiring against me. On Sunday, while coming back from church, some little furry animal--God knows what it was, but it was ugly, ran out in the middle of the rode. I swerved and narrowly missed him, but it was close. It was about the size of a large opossum, but it didn't have a tail, and was brown. Then, on Monday (yesterday), I was dive-bombed by a bird as soon as I stepped outta my building. I mean, I open the door, and as soon as I do, all I hear is, "Skreeeeeee!", and see this bird flying right at me. I instinctively duck said bird while jumping of the stoop yelling an obscenity and laughing at how quickly I was assaulted upon leaving my abode.

Aside from that, work is work, life is life. Trying to stay out of trouble and find it all at the same time. Really though, I wanna stay out of trouble, but being single...trouble finds you. Anyway, gotta go. I will holla.
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