I hate when this happens, but I’m just not inspired to write much tonight. John is in the basement with the band, auditioning a bass player (who, based on an introduction and about 15 seconds of eavesdropping while they got stuff out of his car, seems like a perfectly nice, normal person), so it’s hard to concentrate. I’ve been trying to read through a few blogs I’ve bookmarked to see if I want to keep reading them, but it’s hard to tell when all I can hear is Lloyd singing “I used to love her, but I had to kill her”. Kind of distracting. And the dogs are demanding attention in ways that make it difficult to type. Roxy keeps licking my hands and Riley was pawing at me. I played with them a little, but that wasn’t enough, apparently. They’re outside now.
Oh, I gave up on Bodily Harm. Nothing was happening. I need plot. This is not to say I’m giving up on Margaret Atwood. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood, or maybe I’d like another one better. I refuse to believe The Handmaid’s Tale was a fluke. ‘Cause that’s just not fair. When I really like a book by an author, I want to read everything they’ve written. And I expect to like it. So I’m a little disappointed. But speaking of reading everything an author has written, my fallback once I decided to give up the Atwood book was to read a new(ish) Orson Scott Card book. So I’m very happy. 🙂
From what I can hear, the (possibly) new bass player sounds really good. We’ll have to see what the guys think about how he fits in. That’s my favorite part. I love gossip.