for some reason i just can’t seem to get into reading lately. i’ve only finished three books this year - and i started one of those in 2007. i know that’s not bad, but it’s way less than usual, and i have piles of started-but-not-finished books that are interesting enough but i haven’t been able to focus on.
maybe it’s because i’m going through a lot of inner changes that are TIRING, and i’m thinking a lot about BIG LIFE STUFF.
or maybe it’s because i’m writing a lot more, including a book.
yes!
not for commission or anything (yet…) just my own fulfillment and eventual publication (*crosses fingers*). i’ve been doodling bits and bobs for a while now but this year i’m committing to spending at least 20 mins a week (baby steps) on it. if you’ve been watching my sidebar like a hawk you’ll see i’m closing in on 17,000 words (of about 80K or so). not bad, but still a lot more to do! (it’s not a novel, if you were wondering…)
anyhoo, i may not have been reading much, but i did read this, and it’s fan-tastic, uplifting, inspiring and reminded me why i love to write [all those rejections, yay! i kid. mostly].
i also have a whole pile’o christmas/birthday books to enjoy, and some more to buy with a lovely amazon voucher (thanks jas!)
and i realised i never filled you in on my new york book-buying adventures: what i bought, and why… so buckle up and let’s get going!
at the airport, i picked up picklehead by rohan caldappa, because i thought his autobiography of a one year old was hi-larious. this is more personal and actually autobiographical, but i’m sure will be just as funny. i hope.
my BIG book buying spree was at the strand, a landmark new york store (thanks keris for the top tip!) which i just AD-ORED. the basement is filled with bargains: unwanted, often perfect-condition review copies, many of them hardback (oops). i got:
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