A short story.

Once upon a time there was a guy who decided to blog. He did a few posts and thought himself clever and witty.

Then a month went by with naught a post. He wasn't too worried, 'cause he was pretty sure only a few people have glanced at his blog.

It wasn't that he had forgotten to post. Or that he didn't care. It was simply that he hadn't felt that urge to write, and that he had very little to write about. Writing about nothing seems easy at first glance, but really, writing about something truly nothing and make it entertaining is like trying to make drying paint entertaining.

The End.


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So I've been reading a LOT.

Since my last post I've ingested (it was delicious) the entire works of Brandon Sanderson, the first book of Glenda Larke, the first book of my good friend Jess Haines, the two books of Peter V. Brett and I'm now reading The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.

Since reviews is something I've done in the past let's take up Mr. Sanderson since I was clamoring for more of his stuff and punched things when I couldn't find anything more.

The first book I picked up of his is Mistborn. Something you should know about me is that when I pick a book for myself I always pick something I will like. I have never picked up a book for the first time and not liked it.

There are exceptions to this rule, of course. Like if an author goes on an 8 book rant on communism (cough Terry Goodkind cough) or if a sword fight consists of spinning and lasts a chapter or two (cough R.A. Salvatore cough).

But more or less if I'm reading it it's a good book.

So we know I like Brandon Sanderson. Why do I like Brandon Sanderson? Aaaaah.

(SPOILERS AHEAD--But not too bad, nothing you don't get from reading the blurb on the back.)

First off, he does good epics. Situations where any normal guy would sit down in the street, hold his head in his hands and just cave in on himself as the world went to shit. Mistborn is about a few people who want to overthrow the God-Emperor. These people are basically thieves--very good thieves, but thieves nonetheless--and have special talents with the world's interesting form of magic--Allomancy.

Good characters, nice "HOLY SHIT" situations and a plot that while wasn't easy to predict wasn't also throwing random shit at me all the time trying to have a "twist!" I hate that crap. It's like the author got to the end of his book, realized it was too predictable and quickly tosses in a "twist ending" that almost but doesn't make sense.

The trilogy goes insane in scope as the story continues and actually manages to pull it off.

Next time: Something! Stay tuned! or Don't!