I sometimes think I must be an A type after all… why else would I be so eager to take on so many “self-satisfying” (more like self-tormenting) personal projects? Because I am glutton for attention, I think. Well, not really. I think I’m just filling the writing gap. Aside from The Project that Shall Not Be Named, but Does Have a Name, I am regularly posting on the book blog, working on library school stuffs, and occasionally taking part in books discussions on Ning. I also recently signed up to be a historical fiction reviewer for the Historical Novel Society‘s online publication; I am waiting to receive my first review book. And today, I joined Book Drum.
Maybe, I’m just a compulsive writer? I’m sure some would agree with this self-analysis.
On a tangential note… why is it so hard for me to write to writers? It’s almost as nerve-wracking as writing to professors.
marginalia and such 