secondary

I am fairly certain I have become a secondary character in my own life, in part, because I am also fairly certain that this isn’t even my own, original thought, but one I read somewhere else, forgot about, and my brain repackaged and presented as a Certified New and Original Meghan Thoughtâ„¢.

I also realized I’m just the witch or the troll at the beginning of a fairy tale for my students. It’s at the beginning, not worth their time, and by the end of their story, I’ve been forgotten. Likely this is also a false Certified New and Original Meghan Thoughtâ„¢.

No. And no. And also no again.

I keep getting rejected by the same publisher for the same work.

To be clear, I only submitted this work to this publisher once. But, seemingly, after the work gets rejected, it doesn’t get shredded or thrown out, but put back in the their slush pile, and then later, read again, to be rejected again. I was rejected for the third time today.

Yesterday I finished a book, published by this publisher, and I was like “My work is better than that.”

All of this makes me grumpy.

I actually read books in 2021!

I did! I’m as surprised as you. I read fifty-five books. When did that happen? I was pretty sure I spent all of 2021 sulking in a haze of self-pity.

And librarything already has graphs I can steal totally not steal but use appropriately because they have a share button!

Look at that! All those “horror” books are V.C. Andrews, a stack of which I got for free earlier in the year.

Hahahahah! Literature. How dose the Dewey Decimal System not have a section for “trashy incest escapism?”

I rated books:

I read a book that librarything categorized as being written by a ghost? Zombie? Pigeon?

(I clicked on it: the book was written by a bunch of science journalists, so I guess not a person, but persons. I learned from said book that you can get colder than absolute zero by some sort of bizarro integer overflow style physics mumbo-jumbo which is why I am in pure math because when things like that happen in pure math it doesn’t hurt my brain as much.)

I read no Stefan Zweig books this year, so I could not ask Netgalley for interviews with the author, as I have in years past.

Also, I am super sick of this WordPress Theme, but a quick glance through other options seem like I’ll be spending forever searching for one that isn’t just a photo portfolio. This is a rarely-updated writing and book blog. There are no photos.

Here are books. More than just that, the books I read in 2021.

I passed along all my V.C. Andrews books, so I likely won’t read any this year. Maybe I’ll move onto the Christopher Pike’s I grab every time I go to the thrift store.

Or maybe I’ll not read junk. Who knows?