Making paper pinwheels out of a smutty religious book. Well, I’m not making pinwheels, at least not beyond the three I made a few days ago. I should. They’re for my wedding but you know, I have a blog to keep up on, a burgeoning writing career to develop. I have other manly pursuits to pursue.
And, and! I have a smutty book to read, a bodice ripper of bodice rippers; Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. The heroine gets it on with an impressive number of men in the first couple hundred pages. Wicked good as we say in Maine. Which reminds me; Wicked by Gregory Maguire was not nearly as readable or enjoyable as I thought it would be.Robert McCammon, for those who haven’t read him, he is the real deal.