To blogging that is, rather than yet another post about my sciatica. I'm feeling much better and can now sit comfortably at my desk for a decent period of time (so long as I keep a good posture and get up and walk round a bit every now and then), so I really have no excuse.
Also a return to writing as after a bit of a break I'm raring to go with lots of enthusiasm for the new novel and also, unexpectedly, an idea for a murder mystery series that just won't go away.
All good unless of course I start procrastinating and following distractions such as those offered in this Guardian blog post which points to the rather wonderful 'Weird Book Room' at Abe Books. I really must not buy The Great Pantyhose Crafts Book or The Lost Art of Towel Origami, but how can I get through life without How to Avoid Big Ships or The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America ?
Happy Browsing!
Sunday, 13 September 2009
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6 comments:
So glad you're feeling better. I love those weird books!
Thanks Queenie. What I especially like about weird books is knowing that someone has had to catalogue and Dewey number this book and find a place for it on the shelves of the British Library (I was once such a cataloguer and had to decipher all sorts of bizarre stuff including a very tacky book bound in black rubber)
I love the idea of a weird book room - although my whole house is a bit like that really.
Glad you're perking up. Good luck with the new novel.
I'm glad your back's feeling better, and like the sound of the murder mystery series :o)
I would imagine avoiding big ships would be quite easy - where we live anyway!
Helen - ooh I like the sound of your house - maybe we should have our own 'weirdest books wot we own'list - I may try that in a post once I have investigated my shelves
Bernadette - thanks - wrote 350 words of it this morning - woohoo!
Karen - thinking of doing NaNoWriMo this year to get the murder mystery out of my head and onto paper. Re big ships, you're dead right, I will stop looking nervously over my shoulder every time I hear the sound of a horn
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