I've just started reading Charles Dickens' last complete novel, Our Mutual Friend. You've heard of Charles Dickens. I didn’t know when I decided to read this book that it's so long. It's really long. 800 pages (not including introduction and notes). That's longer than Moby-Dick. That's longer than The Iliad. That's longer then The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.
I'm also reading a novella called Scales, written by Michelle Davidson-Argyle. You've heard of her. Scales is pretty short, which is a shame because so far it's perfectly lovely.
Also on my list of readings/writings to do are edits and brief(!) editorial letters to the 20 authors of the stories which will be included in our Variations on a Theme contest. I was telling Mighty Reader just last night that I'm enjoying reading through all the winning stories again; they're so very good, kids. Very good indeed. The editing bit is also fun for me; I hope it's not horrific for the authors in question. Rick Daley, I'm going easy on folks; I swear I am.
This is all work in addition to the novel of my own I'm writing. This weekend I finished Chapter 8 and I'm sitting at a little over 40,000 words. I tell myself that means I'm at about the halfway point. I tend to draft short, which means that if the rough is 80K words, the finished novel will likely be around 90K, which will make it the longest thing I've written so far. The book I have planned for after this one will be even longer, if my calculations are correct. I have a few thick, heavy books of research material I need to finish reading while I'm drafting the work-in-progress.
That's a lot of reading, I think. No wonder I'm so tired. Tell me what you're reading, and what you're writing. Also, Happy Fat Tuesday! Mighty Reader and I are giving up meat for Lent. We briefly discussed giving up alcohol; you could hear our laughter from miles away.