The other night kitten and I are at Kroger, procuring supplies, and I decide to buy On Writing by Stephen King, and a child's book called ORVIS, about an ancient robot and some spacer kids.

The King book is purely amazing. I'm only halfway through it, and anyone who has ever had a passing interest in writing should read it. Part autobiography, part rant, part a number of things, it's simply a good read. I'm digging on it muchly.

The kid's book was alright. I read it in an afternoon, and would offer it up to any youths who happened to be interested in science fiction.

Not that I know any, thank the gods.

I've also recently gone through The Riftwar Saga, by Raymond Feist, a favourite fantasy series from my High School days (a favourite of my friend Paul, who I grew up with, and myself, actually) and it's still great stuff.

I sort of dislike the later books (Prince of the Blood, The Kings Bucaneer, and I only sort of kind of like what I read of the Serpentwar Saga), but probably only because the characters I love about Riftwar were either absent or played only bit parts.

Also, there's a knack to smoking and typing, and I don't think I'll ever find it.