- Well, it's Thursday...
- January 15th, 2015
My brother was finally released from the hospital late this afternoon. He's doing quite well all things considered. He still has along road to complete recovery, but I think in the end he will be much better for having his hip replaced. He's up and walking around well with the aid of a walker, but because he went so long before having anything done the thigh muscle of his bad leg is weak. That will have to be worked as he goes through physical therapy.
I do know that I'm getting rather spoiled being home this week. We had a spot of nasty weather yesterday where there was just enough sleet and ice to cause trouble. I didn't have to worry about anything because I could stay in my nice warm bed and read the morning away. I am really going to hate going back to work next week. I will miss lazing about with Dashiell and thinking about what I might write. I'll pray for a big snow so I can get a freebie day off!
One thing I have learned in my newly recovered addiction to reading is that doing a dialect badly really ruins an otherwise decent story. Dialects are difficult. I know I would never attempt one in my writing. I'm also bothered by the continuation of dialect in the exposition. That only works when used for very specific purposes. I know the author is trying to evoke a certain feeling, but don't. It's just distracts from the story. I've also discovered that I'm highly annoyed when an author falls in love with a word and uses it repetitively. Seriously, where is the editor here?