Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
Happy Thanksgiving, fellow readers! We’ve got one month to go in our TBR Challenge–are you going to reach your goal?
I’ve been reading my little eyeballs off, but they’ve all been soon-to-be-released books (the editing business is, shall we say, booming). I’ve also been working on a short story that I planned on releasing in December (I’ll post more when I have an exact date) as a follow up to Save the Last Dance for Me, and that has consumed whatever free time I’ve had so my TBR bins have been sorely neglected. I did pledge to read 18 books that I’ve owned for a year or more, and so far I’ve read 15. That leaves me a month to get 3 books read from my TBR bins–certainly attainable. We’ll see what the next few weeks bring :-D
If you would have your son walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them–not insist on leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.