National novel writing month is here. Day 6. You've guessed it -I'm doing it. And it's sheer madness but there's fun along the way. On average, to reach the end goal of 50000 words in one month, you need to write about 1666 words per day. Am I doing that? No, not every day. Already I find that I'm behind but I have to ask the question, is that such a bad thing? It seems to me that the way to win NaNo is simply to write. Let sparks fly from the nib of the pen as words are inscribed onto paper (alternatively work through the pain of aching wrists and fingers as you speed type). Generally the best approach is to have prepared in advance. By which I mean you ought to have your novel planned out so that you can write freely. Planning time reduces writing time. So, I thought I was on track -my novel was planned out, research done -I write historical fiction, just so you know -and yet here on day 6 I'm floundering. Truth is I was floundering back on day 3. I ne...
The Book Blogger Hop comes to you via Jen at crazy-for-books.com This Weeks Question What’s the ONE super-hyped book you’ll NEVER read? For me, I'm afraid it's 'Fifty Shades of Grey,' by E.L. James. Having read the synopsis and the reviews I have to say I'm not even tempted. Thing is, erotica isn't what I look for in a book anyway. Romance is great but this book kind of crosses the line and it's just not for me. All in all, just because a book might be 'super-hyped,' it doesn't mean that i'll be reading it. What do you think?
The Guinea Pig Club was formed on the grass, outside of Ward III at the Queen Victoria Hospital, in East Grinstead in 1941. A group of young men, all airmen who had received burns and were in the care of plastic surgeon Archibald McIndoe decided to form a drinking club to pass the time while they were stuck in the hospital. It was to become a way of maintaining contact with one another when they were finally discharged, and annual reunions have continued to this day. Initially, they called it the Maxillonians, after the Maxillo Facial Unit where they received treatment, but later it would change to the Guinea Pig Club when an airman announced how they were all just "bloody guinea pigs" to the Maestro. The Maestro, of course, was Archibald, who the men sometimes called Archie or the Boss. They looked up to him because when they first arrived, no matter how severely injured and disfigured they were, no matter how wretched, lost, and alone they felt, he looked into t...
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