Getting involved in anime has been a blessed time–the simple joy of following a series (or three or six) with the brain out of the way… But now, I’m slowly getting restless–seeing plot holes again, rewriting dialogue in my head. Not sure how much anime I’ll follow next season. The next book is moving well, I’ve been thinking of essays–even poetry might be back on the table eventually. Last week, I read my own novel, and was thinking–for the first time–I might try writing that differently now. Getting more restless is sad in some ways–it’s really fun to lose oneself in being a fan… There’s community there and everything… But in a weird way, this change in mindset is affirming, too. I was on, perhaps a needed retreat–and now it’s naturally time to start telling stories again.

What was I watching? (Not a complete list)  Yowamushi Pedal, Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso, Hanayamata, Locodol, Rurouni Kenshin, Chihayafuru, Utakoi, Baby Steps, Ace of Diamond, Ore Monogatari, Inugami/Nekoyama, Fate/Stay Night, Mushi-Shi, Love Stage, Amagi Brilliant Park, Saki.