I would like to report that I’ve been busily typing away meeting my daily word count and putting in quality time with my characters.  I would also like it to be known that I’ve been studious, industrious, and utterly focused on the task at hand.  I’ve written thousands upon thousands of words, and worked a pace that matches the prolific-ness? (is that a word?) of the great Nora Roberts.

…but I haven’t.

Last week, I was franticly running about my residence, bagging up food and checking and double-checking the huge list of things I needed to do prior to fumigation.  Not fun.

Then, mid-week, I suddenly happened upon tickets for two, yes two, preseason hockey games.  Awesome.  Titillating… well, not that one where we lost 0-3 to Vancouver and one of my uber-fave hockey players (the very attractive Shane O’Brien) was MIA, but you know, still fun.  Then, I got sick thanks to my co-worker, and basically spent the entire weekend wasting away in bed.

Okay, the dramatist in my prevails.  I did not waste away.  I read.  Voraciously.

In a span of three days, I managed to read nearly three full novels.  Nevermind that the target audience is a full decade (or more) younger than I, the point is that I read three books.

The Titan’s Curse, the third installment in the Percy Jackson & The Olympians series by Rick Riordan was entertaining and fun.  I immediately ran out to buy book four (illness by damned).

Sunday, I started and finished reading Battle of the Labyrinth and was quite distressed when I realized that my pocketbook and need for reading book five were at war.  The pocketbook won.  I shall wait for book five to be released in softcover… in fact, I might put it on my library request cue while I wait for the softcover to come out so I can at least read it before my nephew does!

And, since I am still somewhat reluctant (mostly because I don’t want it to be over so soon) to wrap up Diana Peterfreund‘s Secret Society Girl series by reading Tap & Gown, I picked up her YA release Rampant and started reading that instead.

I’m now, at this very moment, 20 pages from the novel’s end and simply watching the clock for my lunch hour, when I can safely pick it up and finish reading it!  My thoughts on each of those novels will follow (eventually.  Okay, maybe).

And perhaps, my fingers will once again be drawn to the keyboard and poised for rapid-fire fiction weaving.  You know, when I get over the whole hacking-and-can’t-breathe-head-cold thing, that is.