|Jane the Negligent.|
Both endeavors are also expressions of dissatisfaction. "Oh! I love that book! I think I'll write a sequel," isn't really accurate. You love the characters, you love the plot line or the situation or the environment or society. You love all those things, but you believe the author fell a bit short in the treatment of it. You'll just tweak it a bit.
I am a pathologic malcontent when it comes to reading. Nine times out of ten, a book finishes before I do. I have been known to stay up the entire night reading, or losing an entire day immersed in some kinder, gentler, more civilized place (or, at the very least, more romantic). I devour books that interest me like a starving man at a smorgasbord. Then, I delve into the what-ifs and if-onlys scattered about in the debris.
|Laura the Prolific|