Here I stand, paralyzed by a pulchritudinous pile of possibility! I even did half of my summer reading during the semester, so Godric and The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay do not beckon. That's the price I pay for using them to divert myself from schoolwork, I suppose. But I'll always be able to find new books to read. Or new old books to read.
I think I'm starting to ease into things, though. I picked up a copy of Danny Gospel by David Athey the other day, and it's pretty good. I thought the first chapter was a little shaky, but I'm into chapter three now and it's moving along well. It's not "Good Country People" or anything, but so far it's the best fiction to come out of the "Christian Fiction" world since . . . well, I don't know. I haven't read any official "Christian Fiction" since the first book of the Left Behind series. Danny Gospel leaves that in the dust without breaking a sweat. It's been getting good reviews from others as well, so I recommend it.
Of course this reminds me that I need to revisit my own fiction before my trip to Dallas on June 12 (to the Trinity Arts Conference, for those who don't know and can't be bothered to scroll down a few inches). I haven't even read my chapter of The Brown Sisters (a working title) for a few weeks. Finals have a way of demanding your attention. I'll do that, work on some new parts and hopefully by the time the conference rolls around I'll have a nice fat chunk of prose I can be proud of. I mean "a nice fat chunk of prose of which I can be proud." Yeah.