I don't write nearly enough. I think it's because I tend to put way too much on my plate and then forget about the things I've been meaning to do. Has it really been ten days since I wrote last?

I finished reading Snow Falling on Cedars. Excellent book. I would recommend it if you haven't read it yet. I'm now starting on China Miéville's Unlundun. The prose is a lot different from Guterson's. Way less detailed, not as rich. It's like going from a rich chocolate lava cake to an Otter Pop. Somehow I feel a little unsatisfied. However, I must be fair: the two books were written for completely different audiences. Where Guterson obviously had an adult audience in mind, Miéville wrote for young adults.

The book is still an enjoyable read, but it leaves me in a quandry as I revise Waterdeep: who am I writing for? I seem to gravitate more towards a young adult/trade paperback feel, but there was something about Snow Falling on Cedars that entices me. Makes me want to write deep, rich prose. It put me in a different frame of mind, just through the force of its texture and weight. I'm tempted now to do the same with my own novel.