Laurell K. Hamilton's Blood Noir. Just got it on mp3 through Audible.

Okay, you folks don't know me so let me introduce myself. I'm a tech geek/gadget girl who's always got one hard book (that's the paper variety), one audio book and one ebook being read currently at any given time. And various stories/novels in various writing stages. Not to mention the WOD rpg I'm currently storytelling face to face. If it sounds like lots going on, well, that's just how my brain works, I'm discovering. I write to music, read to music, sometimes read and watch tv at the same time. I really do multitask. Darn plot/character happy brain never stops working.

Once upon a time, I thought the only way to write was to stick to the plotline/story I'd started until the bitter end. And was thoroughly disgusted with myself that I couldn't get anything finished. Then I had this incredible revelation last year. All those unfinished stories are still in my head. And if I stop when I get tired of something, work on something else for a while, then come back, the stories go better, get stronger, and continue developing. Things even get finished. (Even fanfic - go figure.)

So what does this have to do with LKH's new release? I'm getting there.

People in my real life around me have gotten used to some of my oddnesses. Like the fact that I live with a notepad in my back pocket, and fondly refer to it as "brain 2.0". I'd be lost without that thing - story/poetry ideas happen when I'm in the oddest places. Traffic jams. Fast food lines. The pasture. The day job (of all places). They forgive me my tendency to grab the thing and jot notes in the middle of conversations. Mostly.

Then there's the number thing. That is, my total mental block where it comes to numbers. Something I've struggled with since grade school. Since discovered that it's linked in with other bits of the way my brain works - making intuitive jumps, being slightly dyslexic, slightly bipolar and incredibly stubborn. Just me, in other words. And me and numbers don't get along. I don't memorize phone numbers (go ahead, ask me - watch me dig out the cell so I can give you my own phone number *sheesh*), have incredible problems balancing the checkbook (oh, wait, I don't do that anymore, just check the account online), and create cross check figures to make sure my daily paperwork at work goes in right most of the time. Yes, I still make mistakes.

All that said, I have thirteen hours and twenty six minutes of pure bliss coming up. And I didn't have to look that number up - it's the run length of both parts of Blood Noir - and wonder of wonders, I even spelled that right the first time. The Audible release and my membership points came in at almost the same time, and despite being more than halfway through the first half of another audio book, I just downloaded LKH's to the mp3 player - had to pull the other off to do it. Oh, I'll go back and finish the other book. It was really good. But after I've listened to this one. Maybe twice.

So here I am, hopeless fangirl, can't wait to get in the car so I can surround myself with my favorite author. I know I'm going to do farm chores with the book in my ears, and ignore other reading, and maybe not even get any writing done while I listen through the first time.

That's what the post is all about - the explanation for the possibility that no one may hear from me for a bit. Shh. Can't you see I'm reading over here? Be back soon. Promise.