Labor Day Weekend

I got no writing done so far this weekend, but then I didn't intend to. Tomorrow I'll get back to writing, despite it being the actual holiday in question. My spouse has the day off but as a self-employed writer, I don't get paid days off. So it's back to the grindstone for me. What I have been doing is reading. A partial list of the books I'm currently reading or have just finished would include:

Class by Paul Fussell, an exploration of class and status in American society. It's from 1983 so some of the details are dated, but the principals he teases out are as valid as ever.

Galatea in 2D by Aaron Allston. Allston is known primarily as a writer of gaming materials, but he's published several novels. His novels are always entertaining and well thought out. His characters are smart; they think things through, try all things the reader--or at least this reader--would want to try, and generally avoid the dreaded idiot plot at every turn. I recommend them all.

The Last Hot Time by John M. Ford. I've not gotten far into it yet, but I'm enjoying it very much.

Redesigning Humans by Gregory Stock, nonfiction about the possibilities (for good or ill) occasioned by our rapidly approaching power to redesign the human genome.

In addition to reading, I spent a good part of today working with the spousal unit to thoroughly clean our bedroom. Since my spouse has suffered from increasing allergy and asthma issues lately, and went to see a specialist about them, we've buckled down to try to get our sleeping area as allergen-free as humanly possible. So we pulled everything out that we could reasonably move, dusted the walls and ceiling, the bookcase, the bedside tables, --everything, basically. Then we vacuumed the curtains, vacuumed the floor, stripped and washed all the bedding, and then put it all back together again.

Tomorrow--back to writing.