Sickbed, reading

I was fortunate to find the third book in a series (Elemental Blessings) by Sharon Shinn, Jeweled Fire. I love her world building. The first two books, which I also read, are Troubled Waters and Royal Airs. I have read all of her longer works, as far as I know, and also a book of four stories from four of the worlds in which she’s written.

I’ve also pulled out some old favorites to reread: The Complete Arrows Trilogy and The Last Herald Mage Trilogy (Mercedes Lackey), The Goblin Emperor (Sarah Monette, publishing as Katherine Addison) and The Peshawar Lancers (S. M. Stirling) all stand out.

Today I have spent more time sleeping than reading, and I still am not up to writing much, but I am feeling much better than I have in a month or more.

Not around . . .

The “cold” turned into a multi-week ordeal, and I have been off routine since finding myself with a gigantic carbuncle over the weekend that landed me in the reception area of the walk-in clinic on the 19th. Not fun!

I’ve read a lot of books, these past three weeks, and read just parts of almost as many. Trouble concentrating, or trouble picking out series romances and cozy mysteries. I did another search on Sharon Shinn on Thursday and discovered that she’s got a new-to-me book (Nov. 2015) out in Nook format: Jeweled Fire. I enjoyed the first two books in the series and look forward to starting this one. I do quite love her books, my favorites being mostly from the Samaria series.

On Thursday, I read two science fiction books that I enjoyed. Triad  and Infinity’s Web, both by Sheila Finch. Off the beaten path, as far as my recent reading, and intriguing. I was especially taken by Infinity’s Web.

As far as replacing paperbacks that I want to reread, I’ve gotten both The Complete Arrows Trilogy and The Last Herald-Mage Trilogy.

Rereads: Volume #2 of Fukuyama’s Political Order books, Sadder than Water (heady poetry), and William Least Heat-Moon’s PrairyErth: A Deep Map.

I should have tried to get back to sleep, when I woke up at 2:10 a.m. Instead I have put Aloe Vera gel on my calluses. Brushed my teeth. And determined that I can no longer see clearly enough to write anything.

“Not Right Now”

No, I cannot come with you.
A poem is writing itself on my heart,
and I must wait to learn if it ever ends.

Copyright © 2015.04.13, by Elizabeth W,  “Lizl” Bennefeld. All rights reserved.