Aurora Dimitre's Books and Rambling

 

 

 So, I'm pretty pumped for NaNoWriMo this year.  A big part of this, I'm pretty sure, is that I haven't let myself write any first drafts this year. I haven't written a first draft since last year's NaNo, which is, honestly, amazing for me. I think last year I wrote something like fourteen first drafts, which is legitimately insane, but this year? I've sometimes doodled out a paragraph or so, but I haven't written a full one.  So, when it comes to what I'm doing, I'm not sure. I have three options, and I'm pretty sure that I'm just going to randomly select one using random.org or something. Those three options? Another Aughts Boys book! Might do a Jack book, might do a Kyle book, might do a Brittney book, might do a Kevin book. If that's the one randomly chosen I will also probably have to randomly choose which one I want to do.  A true crime-y book focused on a semi-modernization of the story of Carl Panzram, focusing mostly on when he w...

 

  Forgive me if this is shitty and short, I wrote it out and then Blogspot decided to not post or save it, just delete the entire thing, so this is round two. I found out from a Metallica Facebook post. I'd just gotten home, and was scrolling. The phrase "untimely passing of Eddie van Halen" caught my eye and I had to pause, because I couldn't believe it. Eddie van Halen--guitar god of the eighties, master of his instrument and his craft, and purveyor of some of the most entertaining and fun records of his time.  I don't remember who said it, but I saw a Tweet that was something along the lines of: yeah, he was a virtuoso, and that's impressive enough on its own. But as rare as it is to be a virtuoso at something, it is even rarer to be a virtuoso whose records are so much fun . And that's true--EVH was a fantastic guitarist. More than fantastic, he was one of the greatest guitar players to ever walk this earth. But when you're listening to a Van Halen...