Well, that’s not completely true, but I’ve been exceptionally busy at work today, and in my offtime I’ve become rather involved with writing on my novel, an activity that has eclipsed any and all other activities. I’m making progress, though, so I feel accomplished even though I haven’t gotten anything else done. That Super Secret project? Yeah. So totally not going to be finished by the end of June.
I’ve started to read Twilight to my husband at night, a chapter before we go to bed. So far, his assessment is that it’s very much a chick book, though he did snicker at some of the descriptions. I kind of have to agree with his assessment, although since I am a chick, this is not as much of a problem for me as it is for him.
We’ll see how he feels when Midnight Sun comes out and I force him to listen to it. Perhaps a different perspective will change his mind. Or perhaps not. I’m still forcing him to listen to me read it.